#sorts
There is a crow- maybe it’s a raven.
Who knows.
It stares at you, watching as you lay in the grass. Watching as your bones creak, fill and break.
It watches you die, and it does not leave. People whom you’ve never even seen cry for you, not for your death but for the forever empty soul.
You’re a husk.
You’re a husk, and the crow knows you're still conscious. Intelligence more so than humanity tenfold.
And it follows you to wherever the finished stories go.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 6:24 PM UTC
supposedly
birds fly
In rhythm to
***
drop
drips
of sea,
for a kind of tastebud
damnation
Only a
drama contortionist could
believe in.
Ultimatums cause heavy weight
champions
to stop for champagne in the burbs,
expensive gas at a blank station
base plantation.
Come froth at the mouth at us for freedom.
Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 3:37 AM UTC
Freewheeling connections on belief
to lead, rule, follow and support.
Decided through a latent separation of sorts,
the choice in course for self determination.
Collective motivation from individual status,
with less regimented offers of conceit.
We transform when our shadows are shown,
as the clarity of transparency can aid growth.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
Her
body
rejects
the
anomalous change
Her
gut
spits
out
suicidal atoms
are
we fuelling
a
pandemic
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
Could you stay the same
For just one more day
Could you stay
The same
For
Just
One more day
Do you feel that weight?
Starting to shake
Distant thunder begins to roar
I exist through sleepless nights
And the chances
As the first few drops start falling down
Pleasure and pain
Human traits
Vying for attention in the back of lucid nightmares
Everyone is the same, after all
Could you stay the same
For
One
More
Day
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
I hate being human.
I hate the waiver.
Because the things that I do habitually, aren't even me.
I just learn them.
Slowly.
Steadily.
The learned yet subconscious, Me.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC