#pseudonym
Like water falling over a crest
A swift rapid descent into a black hole
The paradox known as my life
Disguised as a pseudonym plunging
Ever deeper into a swirling
Of emotions into depths unknown
Cascading over cliffs at ever greater speed
Feeling out of control
Coalescing into a bottomless pit
The sheerness of the sides
Ever sharper the deeper I fall
Leaving no way out
Holding my breath
For the inevitable free fall
Into a chasm of darkness
Is this my destiny or fate
Or just another nightmare among many
That I will endure
Until...
Andreas Simic©
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 8:49 AM UTC
An army of square lights on the ceiling.
My destiny is sandwich with no filling.
Two thin slices. Side-by-side. Both white.
I've longed to taste tapas my whole life.
Even to dip my bread in egg would suffice.
Well, Christ, I'll take a trip to the bakery!
A crusty loaf would remain in the teeth
and granary could easily plant a seed.
En route in the street, I spot a biblical treat.
It's a mouthful from the Mahershalalhashbaz
company. They rebranded after a decade
selling acclaimed hand-made paintings.
In dense writing was their message to me...
Immerse my head in the still night air of June,
where the moonlight is hidden behind a tree.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
Lewis Carroll,
The numbers were driving him insane.
George Orwell,
His family didn't know yet.
Mark Twain,
His childhood on the rivers.
Even Lord Voldemort,
With a past to disguise.
A pseudonym is a weapon like no other.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Lewis Carroll,
The numbers were driving him insane.
George Orwell,
His family didn't know yet.
Mark Twain,
A childhood on the rivers.
A pseudonym is a weapon like no other.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
It's still me
though I had to change
the name I've had my whole life.
Not legally of course,
but poetically
While I wish my name remembered
as one with written art.
I can't risk possibly losing
those who have my heart.
With time I've come to realize
that people can't be trusted.
They take the good and make it bad
or let it leave them rusted.
They never understand
So I remain anonymous
With simple pseudonyms
To protect myself and others
from pure and raw emotion
in case they can’t withstand
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
I wander in search of a pseudonym
A name which no one can recognize
I lay on the floor feeling prim
Of all the things I despise
I wish to search for a new individuality
Something new to look forward to
I think that I have lost my quality
And there’s nothing left in me
I am short of syllables to utter
And tired of my reality
So I wander in the search of a pseudonym-
A name which no one can recognize
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 5:47 AM UTC
She can see something beautiful in everyone
She reads more books than anyone else I know
She gives people presents '"just because," even though she can't afford it
She has a cute accent that's stronger when she's upset or tired
She would travel around the world for someone she cares about
She never forgets those who are kind to her
She always smells really good
She is always honest
She likes to sleep under the stars -- literally
She fights for what she believes in, loyal as hell
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC