#metanoia
In a swirling of a whirling come together soft & warm
We made something together it breathes a calm storm
Remember that day we Metanoia turned into my you,
Our churning heart, my soul, inside a lonely of a blue,
After a mind turned mad beyond all thought we pray,
A change in our very being deep in a wondering sway
We orientally unwound moved a wild natured sprawl
Meta in the evening different in the turning in our ball
Sometimes we are a little weird in our strange dishevel
Balanced on a razor's edge-the touch-we kiss-we bevel,
Somewhere in that tension, break free, here today gone
That slow to the deep becoming awakens in us a dawn-
I feel that rock in you change across a forming of a land
Despite it all maybe because of it I hold you in my hand
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
Careless at heart,
irreverently playing with fire
until the stones would hit me.
Were others to turn,
I was to linger.
Fall from grace,
only to stitch back up again,
for another spineless attempt
to reach the end of the tunnel.
Shards of a broken mirror
worn as makeup,
the weight of my sins,
as a black cloak on my shoulders,
hiding with guilt
behind elaborate escapism.
High on airborne pride and delusions
holding judgement in the eye,
ruling out truth with tragic excuses
while bending my knees
to faux devotion.
Life blinded
chasing the fake dreams
of a living nightmare—
soul slumbering
in a vivid comatose.
Traversing sideways, always
yet the current carried on,
unremorseful and unmoored.
And in this crescendo of a waste,
with everything still to lose,
in all those lies,
with no more to gain,
out of fire and stone—
was I born.
A last resort,
with my first breath after coma,
choosing life before death.
Oh, had the light reached sooner,
I’d forgive myself once more,
to forget the crimes
of my mind.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 7:10 PM UTC
I have to wait now
impatient, uncertain of
what the future holds for me.
I get to wait here
safe, while millions face peril
hoping for a tomorrow.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
You're just another pawn
Hearing the same ****
Doing the same task
Saying the same script
From the one, behind a mask
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC
I don’t know what hurt worse,
The tick-tock
And clock in all –
Or the waiting,
Just one more second,
The wanting,
One last second
And be ******
The wine stained sand
And buzzards atop ear;
Always to remind of how I’d
Loved and ultimately
Failed.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
As moments pass, so do we
Mindful, loving, learning to see
Passing as people, a staying friend
Hoping these moments never end.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
This is going to be kind of like a journal entry. I never keep a journal,
but I feel like doing it, so I'm going to do it. It's like, the first step in a
long line of many, mini steps. Almost ready. I feel like I should stretch
out before I start. Ballistic. You know, like a fighter or something.
Okay. Here I go.
Right now I'm stuck in this little bubble. I got put here by some trouble
just a few years ago. Man, it was ****** up **** like the most ****** up I've ever been in. Life, as they say, got the best of me. **** came first, then beer all day er'day, spending my living living with some ****** up ***** who's bad with money. We matched 'cause I'm ****** up. I ****** up, 'cause I shut up. First time lifestyle collaborator, so it was like, man what-am-uh-gonna-say? I feel love and I've been conditioned to just ride that **** with pride on your **** Don't tell me I don't know what I want man. I've got my head on straight. Don't hate. Haters can't appreciate romance, bro. Come back when you learn that, yo. I don't blame the drugs, so I kept 'em when we left together, but
in different directions. Live-in gone. Foundation rot. Suspension shot.
**** **** **** **** I hit ground with my teeth. Instead of asking
for help when it was needed I took help that kept me breathing
till I could ***** my head on almost too many terrible months in
the future which I never thought I would see in fruition, and I admit
in volition that (cough) (cough) I almost lost myself totally, *********** stripped of the holy one and only. One and only.
We've. Received. Bad vibes.
So now there's nearly nothing to my name unless you count the
meter it retains. But I've got flies in my pocket that I sprinkle
for pepper in my popcorn bag. There's no space for me here but
there's vacancy in the matrix. And I see the signs lit up. Being
singular not enough? I'd rather be rich and ubiquitous than poor
and bored while I whittle the days away, feeding my head with
whatever's left from original message I received. I've opened that **** and I tried it on for 23, pressed to impress but it wasn't me.
Listen when I say it, 'cause I'm serious, now that my name is
worthless what could it hurt to burn some synapses and knight
myself? After all I don't count on being rescued from this hell.
What's my name? Anything will do. But it's got to be very memorable
and cool. How should I glow when I get outta this cocoon? Take
it to the Max. Normal won't do, 'cause it's gotta be catchy for the
TV and YouTube. I won't be a copycat, no, never. It's just gonna be the
me that I've eternally received only under my belt, tight to the
extreme.
Like. The lost. Before.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
So you've been doing well and you're engaged,
so nice. "Happy for you" doesn't begin to explain
the feeling I've been taking to bed every night.
When I get sad over life and
look at pictures of slit wrists,
I let the memories flood in.
Shuffling to our room in midday
dead set on apologies.
Finding you stretched out and half dead.
Finding you stretched out and half dead,
you said,
"You did this to me."
I bet I'd be better off if I'd left with my cigarettes
But as it stands I can wish you well,
and for your husband the same hell,
to reach the soul you never had.
I hope he's happy in laughter like me,
when I meet you in dreams.
I am not humble in memory.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Terror turns its wheel in your stomach with fried rice,
while again the streaming stops as your computer checks
are you just sleeping or dead?
I've had it up to here
with high speed
I get sick, the faster
that I eat --
I have an ego
and toilet to feed with refuse
So fearful, we, of death
push for prevention, instead,
accelerate.
accelerate
accelerate
x, x, x, x, x
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC