#interpretations
There’s an all girl band called **** Intent.”
They’re real headbangers which I can't take much of
but I LOVE that name - Ok, let’s write THAT poem..
**** intent, that’s what it was.
It was shamefully late
and the lights were on
but all else would have been torture
With marriage-like consents
and sharp cloyless appetites
we joined in love’s witchcraft
bestowing our slow pleasures
entangling quite forcefully
was an antidote to the daily,
the pared-down and neutral
and once the torch was out
the epilog was stronger
than contentment
.
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Songs for this:
Kiss by Demi Lovato
The Way I Love You by Jorja Smith
Little Sister by Ellie O'Neill
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 1:26 AM UTC
History does not repeat itself, though often do circumstances and/or situations.
History does not unfold, though often lost are evidences and/or records.
History is not manifested, though often are causes and/or reasons.
History is not fabricated, though often changed are definitions and/or interpretations.
History simply happens -
Now, Here;
Here, Now.
This is Time's Nature.
Even as it happens,
Even to those party to it,
Understanding & conveying it can be difficult.
This is the Nature of Time.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
First froze the 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩,
When the 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘵 climbed too far.
Then was it scalded,
When the ¹horses came too close.
Of course,
Most people eschew mythology & learn only from reduced histories.
Similar situations such as this,
Like Climate Change,
We have lived through before as a species.
That much is plainly obvious.
The kicker is,
At least with what's left of those records,
There is an implication it was also from us.
From how ancestors of ours treated Earth's ecology.
But also,
How the universe treated us.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
Odin & Mímir;
A one-eyed leader,
A paralyzed ascetic.
One traded vison for vison,
One traded appendage for appendage.
From two stylite existences,
Compassion for compassion.
Perspective for perspective,
From working together.
But is it all meant to be taken as mental?
But is it all meant to be taken literal?
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC
The accusations, interrogations,
The threats of ending us.
Lamentation, of an aberration
Of love that lived alone, so long.
The blood that pumps, your cause,
Does not dry, but ebb and flow.
But interruptions, from obstructions,
Can lead it to die instead of grow.
Without communicating,
How do we form our interpretations?
Absent enumerating,
What is love? But an unsolvable equation. And if all we are is wrong,
The only answer is separating
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
I don't write poetry
I write emotions and experiences
interpreted as demented delusions
heartbreak and heartwake
mindsets and trivial stories
from the past, present or a predicted future
deciphered in to something meant to explore
it's all the same without a brain
to make the words written more than words
a poet only does half of the work
your emotions, your experiences,
your delusional interpretations,
your heartbreak, your mindsets
your past and your personality create the poetry
what you take from it is unique
a little piece of someone else
just for you
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
my perspectives seem to be skewed.
uneven and drawn to misguided conclusions.
I'm left tilted and jilted
from my own interpretations.
flawed is my nature
with exceptional and judgmental accusations.
I'm not saying that I'm a wreck,
but I'm a ship that seems to have made a wrong turn
and I've somehow found my way to the bottom of the sea.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
I can't tell,
If you'd love to see me
And show me around,
Or if you'd prefer to have me
On the ground.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC