#stranding
I love you mom, I love you dad (wish I was happy)
It’s not your fault, I did it bad (I wasn’t laughing)
My eyes are wet, I don’t regret being a baby
The child is the maker of the man always
Chasing that *** chasing that cauldron of gold on this road I walk
I don’t seek a forced a smile
I want everyone to know that this is all I’ve got
Why do I cry? Why am I like this?
Lost among the many and the few
All of my life I’ve taken for granted
I’m no rainbow’s blue
I’m just a thing, I don’t represent
A drama king, a jester’s friend
I promise this, I’ll do whatever mind mentions
With emphasis, it’s so clever what time kept hid
from us, I’m messing up, I’m full-foot overstepping
You’re some colors in an order, I’ve been eschewed
You oughta let in my dark blue human hues.
I’m not young enough, I’m not giving up on sun light
I’m not dumb enough, I’m still saving up another life
Of course I cry, I can’t have nothing
Lost myself among the many few
I won’t have my light bent by a prism
I’m no rainbow’s blue
I love you J, I love you B
We’ll always have the motherland
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
I'm walking on grey, choppy seas,
Nobody sees the breeze of my anxieties,
Try to see me for me and you'll be seized,
We breed the need for a connected society!
Under our masks we're just self-loathing leaches,
We've run our race without learning the lesson it teaches,
We've polluted the oceans and littered our beaches,
Not even space is beyond our reaches!
What we need is an extinction event,
A decimation, except only one in ten,
Because nine left alive, humanity would thrive,
It's time we drive home the point that our time is spent!
To be stranded on this side of death,
To take your last breath and find you have another left,
I'll make the sacrifice, I won't be the one in ten,
If that's what it takes to make us whole again.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
Five Years old, ugly and shy.
I saw you letting go and I cried.
Mummy! Mummy! Please don’t go.
Will you come back? I don’t know.
Mummy! Mummy! Do you care?
Please, please stay. I want you near.
She looked me in my eyes and said,
“Don’t call me that. Call me by my name.
It’s Marcia. Give it a try”.
That’s the last day I saw her…
Until sixteen years later, one day in late July.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Exhausted
old
he exerts himself
no longer
Nothing left
no energy to expend
for simple
useless
survival
He does not eat
or sleep
but calmly closes his eyes
dying
at last
drifting with the tide
and
returns once more
to land
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC