#plots
A choose your own adventure book
Mimics life so well.
If only I could have a look
At other stories life could tell.
I would peak into the different plots
Where reality would diverge.
I’d probably begin to notice lots
Of new problems which emerge.
Though curious, I’ll remain content
With this narrative I am in.
May the future me not want it
To be contrary to how it has been!
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
I will awash myself in sorrow
and seek to cry the saltiest tears.
If for that reason only you will chose me
above all others despite circumstance.
I shall be no more than Misery
Simply to state my need for Company.
Oh, what misery I shall joyfully bring
for games are not just for fools
I shall throw myself upon wretchedness,
unscrupulous morals
and dastardly deeds.
the best of Misery I endeavour to be
For the love of Company
And Company you shall be to my Misery
Endlessly, Completely, Eternally.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
I never seem to stop thinking
It is the worst when I find myself alone
Memories sprout from the past like weeds
Their misguided roots reach bone
They love to watch me squirm
With complicated scripts and plots
It's not fun to be kept awake
By regret that contorts my organs into knots
Every little secret, wish, and lie
Stress concealed carefully during light of day
How I long for company other than the clock
Lonely hands desperate to interlock and overlay
The purest type of painful suffering
That which takes control of my mind
It takes its sweet time drowning ideas
I choke, oxygen I cannot find
As steadily as life goes on
My foolish head feeds dark scenes
I am a projector expressing miserable emotions
I bring motion to my brain's blank screens
A rainbow of silly mayhem
I long to escape taunting greif
The twinkling sky offers a chance for salvation
Amongst stars I see small shreds of hope for relief
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
My body and my soul is not luxury,
I'm glad to take a loss since I took so many,
I would die for you if you're a friend to me,
The inner parts of my life might end up in an agony,
Does it cost to me?
**** me off and become a pile,
Of rotten flowers on the floor smothered in the nile,
Not a savior or your brother, not looking for a smile,
Pull a card out of the deck and take me to being a child.
Is it worth while?
/
In my own element, in unwinding sentiment,
The peace and the life of an uncritically punishment,
Hear no evil,
See no evil,
But hear no one when they're on that ********
Trying hard,
Eachday,
Not enough,
To not end up in up the devil's pit,
Slaughter house,
Corporations,
Secret society,
They've been plotting on us all,
Trust no one,
Use your sight,
Stay awake,
Hope we don't all fall.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Scribbling, never stopping,
Spinning stories you criticized;
Tales you'd call lies.
My truths born from my fiction,
A character of my creation,
The protagonist of my plot;
Making you the antagonist,
With minor characters conspiring
Towards my denouement.
I am the author of rising action,
Embedded in the argument;
Conflicts arose, decisions made,
The crises ensues,
You got saved.
And I am but an afterword
In your novel life.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
Dear Emma Watson -
Shall we make love
The object of
Our spiritual quest
Together?
Surely an altogether
Better option
Than pairing you off
In a commentary box
With one John Motson
Discussing twenty two
Pairs of socks
Chasing a piece of leather?
If spiritual questing
Is not for you
I will make do
With tightly tied pairs of shoes
Existential emus,
Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.
Whilst hoping you find
Your Sherlock Holmes,
Miss Watson
I will content myself with
Cataloguing my collection of
Black and white combs.
I also have plots on
Which I need to work -
Wednesday Addams's love of
Moon dried tomatoes
Or Erica Roe
Somewhere in Portugal
Growing sweet potatoes
For sale.
Don't let anyone tell you
There ain't no perks
To being an Omega Male.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC