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More proof the organs of the body are limiters rather than perceivers: Dementia onset grandma sees all time at once unfold to her in the hospital I am her grandson, son, father, and brother in scattered fragments The brother amid a manic schizoid crisis can read your thoughts and see auras despite my practiced techniques of staying stonefaced and neutral Eternal Recurrence Is this where you want to be when YOU come back? Numbing our faculties with drink and smoke to forget the faults of our individuality Unconsciously strive for death the hallowed and forbidden no man's land of some universal hum Forgive all your past because we're all faulty radios seeking to receive that same AM static They used to say to be like the ocean who can take in polluted rivers, but not be polluted itself Now the ocean's dying We achieved an unthinkable number of polluted rivers It's high time us kind folk dry themselves off and stop the apocalyptic Millerites from killing us all prematurely We need to convince ourselves we're blameless to grow a backbone and point a collective finger at the selfish flimflammers we've let rule us so long
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Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC
Kick a Dog, Kick Yourself
Envy how I hate it It makes me want to **** a man for dreaming, for asking me to dream. What use is it, what use have you in dreaming, in presuming that I am not in my very essence capable only of glimpsing the edges the light-limned outline of the door leading forward and falling back again.
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May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 11:34 PM UTC
Thoughts late at night after Memorial Day
heart, a softened shard thumping deeper than itself I insert music in my ears Picking things, living and inanimate, snatching from all around me; I put reality in my pocket, kidnapping eyes as I build my time-armor to crunch the kilometers so hard to swallow feeding the cogs of routine daily and hourly bits of myself
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Crude... Into the Grinder
I was Choke to affirmity In a compromising stance A course of no regrets A desire that's undeniable What a pleasant mood Unquenching thirst of fun With a Lap tempting dance ah, An engulf emotion But Short lived moment Wasn't I choked by illusion A virtual love blinded by lustful vision An undeniable motive of wanting Of an unquenching thirst for nudity A portrait of seductive curvy outlook The craving moment of deception A fake composure of deceit The abstruse feeling of the unreal Behold, a regrettable nostalgic Of a fallen memories Of the affirmed mood Of virtual affection Of the past that came to hunt.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC
Recurrence
The problem is hope. The snake eats itself and dies. The moon eclipses the sun. All things end. Things begin again, first with dust. Our star lights the sky in flame. The snake blinks and slithers. The way through Is hope.
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
Kekulé's Vision
I revisit a scene once passed A scene that went by too fast I unconsciously reach out And then Fall into a ditch of murky black. The first fall, a fall vestigial The second fall, a fall wistful Wistful, for I understand That fall was untasteful A fall that was not down But sidewards Not into a shadow but A curtain painted black A curtain that could always Be drawn back That is If you wanted to push past The strength that you lack. A fall is a fall But not always a fall; In this universe Direction is relative, Symptoms and disease Are not equivalent, However It is up to you To draw back the curtain.
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Reccurence
I was where I am now a long time before, everything comes back the tide of events begins anew I have seen my future as it resembles my past footprints forgotten erased by the sand of time I live my life in circles turning around spinning around but never breaking through
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
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