#seem
Twilight You mere Cousin
to our friend Dusk,
You fold & slide blue
,heavenly.
so heavenly hued.
Twilight You , My
children s
book,
are Who I first met; dis-
liked
, aligned so eerily
with mystery
,
& My Old Man Death.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
2/6/35 4:57pm
“and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.”
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Let X
(mark the spot)
Let X
be what it seems
Let X
be the finale,
the answer it seems
to be,
not the necessary one
you wish it to be,
but what be
seemly
the sense of The End,
the final descent,
the last landing
(or perhaps the first takeoff)
let it be,
be a finale,
Let X
be the finale,
Let Be
the answer it seems to be
let be
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 5:04 PM UTC
My heart burns without presence
Your mouth says my name and voice still sounds the same
The inner damsel in me fights way through my flesh
Leading her by glow of all the potential I set on fire
My hot skin itches for touch while yours is soothed by a thick coat of reassurance
Is medicated by unwavering dose of devotion
My wound so raw and pain so sharp knives flee in fear of injury
My blood screaming for recognition
Like how many drops must be spilled for you to acknowledge I'm dying?
How many cuts appear before you notice I'm not well?
Hell
At this point begging for my tissue to be pulled in two directions and a massive amount of sodium chloride poured in
Would relish the agonizing
Unpredicted sting
Because at least that means I can tell you know I'm not alright
You seem to understand exactly where to rub the salt in
Not where to bandage
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 9:38 PM UTC
a word hasn’t been spoken since,
humble abode, you ever seem?
exchanging praises and jolly sins,
with a mouth full of lies
what does that mean?
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
A call to action is not action
Other things that are not action include:
Expostulation rhetoric poetry
Fulmination logic contumely
Proposition dialectic philosophy
Tergiversation polemic and ideology
Actual action, he expostulated, is behavior -
Behavior that acts, he fulminated,
Actually impels or constrains the acts
Of other behavers
This is only done, he propounded,
By applying pressure to weak points
In these others’ safety or security
But acts of violence, he tergiversated,
Only spread or institutionalize violence.
Apart from physical violence, he droned on,
All people have two things they can use
To act with –
Time, and Money.
What you can do with time is specific
To your skills and situation
But what you can do with money
Has exactly two categories:
You can give it,
Or you can withhold it.
You may think withholding is automatic,
And it is, it is; but you are not the one doing it,
It is being withheld from you, in every pay period.
By far your largest charitable contribution
Is to institutionalized violence.
To attempt to withhold your money from these withholdings
Would be enormously risky, painful and destabilizing
In ways that calls to action and other forms of talk never are.
But for one body to impart momentum to another body,
It has to transfer energy, i.e. there must be a cost.
* * * * * * *
On the other hand:
It is currently fashionable to say
That we are not the same person over time
Everything is replaced every few years, personality is a myth
And according to the most advanced thinking
Consciousness is an accident that affects nothing.
In the real world, of course,
I’m the same person I was at age seven
When I first thought of myself as a person;
This knowledge is immediate and irrefutable.
We aren’t the sum total of replaceable parts,
And consciousness for most people is a long-lived thing
Not the space between tick-tocks of a metronome.
This conscious thing concerns itself almost entirely
With exteriors, which are almost the only thing to
Latch onto. But the ultimate ho-hum of the exteriors
Compared to the permanent (mortal) consciousness,
Which has no good bad up down or plus-minus incentives
Gets so obvious as to become ridiculous. This is Anti-Action.
Other terms include depression, cynicism, selfishness,
Detachment, solipsism, reality.
But you must care about the others,
Or you are contemptible. Even the Buddha
Said this…right? (It was a long time ago
And there may have been many edits.)
The real and only basis for action is Love,
That is to say you must care about the exteriors
Which is to say the undeniable mechanics of the world
And what happens to those who are acted upon. You Must.
Is this knowledge immediate and irrefutable?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
Dusk and Dawn,
Back-Streets and Alleys,
A portrait halfway Drawn,
The center of a Valley.
I like the In-Betweens:
Things which have begun but not yet Ended,
Where things are not always what they Seem
And our belief is Suspended.
A jagged Mountain grasping for the Clouds,
Not quite there-but well into the Sky
Like a prisoner Unbowed,
With a jailor to Defy.
The boring, uneventful Days,
Which alienate and leaves us Whirled.
Manifested, tangible Displays,
Of Space between Worlds.
Life is the greatest Halfway,
It’s not so long a Route.
So I will resolve to Stay
To see it all play Out.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
I know it seems
Like I'm a
Typical
Suck-up
Boring
Nerd,
But I'm not;
That's just
My facade for
The real me.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
i can't control my feelings
rather
my feelings control me
seemingly i am
the byproduct
of all that burning
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
You hexed me into a trance,
filling every available crevice
in my body
of what I thought was
ambrosia
I managed to swallow the silk from
your white lies
How dangerously sweet they were
You plucked each thread which
held my songbird heart together,
playing me twice for a fool (shame on me)
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
Through the rivers and the rain
My emotions seep
No matter how far I reach
How quiet I be
Or how fervently I wish
For this condensated heart to dry
Beneath stars and moonlight vain
I stay
Locked in the garden of perpetual being
Without your warmth of certain meaning
And when the new morning comes
With the quiet thought
I realize what I had always ought
That I cannot seem to make you mine
Regardless of the place or time
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
I fear I am an wallflower
ethereal
pianissimo to your fortissimo
head bowed
malleable as clay
molding
stretching
shaping my tongue to be silent
You took the beast within and
removed it's claws
it's fangs
any defense it had
I smiled all the while
baring the pink of my gums
the shade of welts
and a soft flowers bloom
To you, I am the wrong note
in a roaring crescendo of a
symphony
nevertheless, stirring embers come to rest
in the corners of my mouth
and I like them.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
I lay my foot here
On the traces of the side
And follow the floor
As if it is a guide.
It's sort of a game
I like to play with the stone
Whenever I am walking alone.
Maybe they see me
Skipping always twice
And following the sidewalk
In a strange zigzag
But maybe they don't mind.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
Stay true to your mind
Inner calm, inner calm
Inner...
...
Buckling under pressure
Stay true to yourself
A few minutes
All these questions
Could've...
Thought...
About...
That...
Before...
Stop.
...
Inner calm
Breathe
It's cold
It's too ******* cold
Help
Help
It's getting worse
Help.
What's that?
I think it's the door
I focus on that little worming, niggling voice
Burning
In the back of my throat
There's no point.
Help.
HELP
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
It may seem like you are lonely,
but you aren't.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
I held in vain
The hope that you'd change
And stop making me feel
Like I'm doing something wrong
In future, will, tended to how it ends, etched into the slate
Ground straight through our skin from birth, what we choose to replicate
Pointless as a new endeavor, still, another sick debate
Debased all sense of decency, enough to incriminate
Hopeless days
Keep passing by
Complete and vacant
Yet I still try
Arguably, far too jaded for this measure of reality
Wrested from our nestled coffins, directly into sleep
Fleeting things, though labeled clearly, time will never tell
Entrancing, some formality, a sliver of repetition is
But I stayed
The same
For all this time
In the hopes
You'd see me off
Still, crawling to the overture, slight against the weak
Long, death still operates, each future growing bleak
Shrouded heart of all uncertainty, for myths, voluminous
Captive, my apotheosis, in a metric of release
At the end
I still respect
The autonomy, I can see you smile
So go ahead
I won't keep you waiting
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:44 AM UTC
Bemoaning Similes & Metaphors
(the lack thereof )
I cannot think in similes or metaphors.
I can, but it’s
An artifice.
A gift
I’ve not been left with.
Of course,
I’ve got Thesaurus –
My old pal -
To push me
In the simile
Direction.
Those
Whose
Aptitude’s
To see,
Their inner eye
Comparing parallels unconsciously –
A gift of gene and DNA –
Overwhelm me.
While I moan about my lack,
They sit with throne and luck
Expressing with an ease,
Anything they ****** well please
In metaphors and similes
I lie in bed,
This running through my head.
That’s why it’s here.
Bemoaning Smiles & Metaphors 1.13.2010/8.17.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
Those angel faces,
Seem so distant,
Me, my loneliness amazes.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
Leading someone on was the leading cause of depression
I'm not saying this applies to everyone but it does to me
So listen up because otherwise what I do will come off as harsh
I'd classify myself as a gamer but the mind is something I'd never play with
If I get the slightest feeling something might not work
I'll change it
Get to know me while you can because when you're gone
You're gone
There will always be a next and thats something I'll never forget
Take the chance while you have it because it's not given to a lot
If you can't find it then keep trying
It might not be here tomarrow
I'm telling you this because I've experienced my fair share of depression
I'd rather not go down that hole again
So I'm sorry If what I do comes off as harsh
I've realized that if I want to care for some one else
I need to care for myself
So I'll go ahead and take care of that before I take care of you
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
I wonder if
Teachers ever realize
That some of
The students sitting
In their class
Have serious
Mental Illnesses
And are collapsing
Under pressure they
Put on them.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
I saw him today
He seemed happy,
He is happy, you know.
So I'm happy, too.
--Eleanor
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC