#suspicious
Shared hope opposing shared victory,
hope the planet survives the grand old pride,
contending for global energy hegemony, live
using evil readjustment as /*-excuses to terrorize
those whose sacred contract law demands order,
order in the court of public opinion… live to learn
enough to one day personally account for every idle
word you let signal a soul in turmoil, during windy days
when the smell of ****** is indistinguishable
from the smell of burning gasoline and polyester
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
If you harbor spite
For the perception of it in others
But lack the strength to investigate,
It's better to refrain from assumptions.
Perhaps you're picking up
On something that isn't real,
But a fiction of your imagination.
Perhaps they weren't serious.
Unless you have concrete evidence,
Something that confirms your suspicions.
But then, without cross-examination,
That's just another assumption.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 2:33 AM UTC
A part of me is left behind every door that closes
Like a mourning loved one, I leave roses
Another chunk of me is stolen by future pretend friends
Right when I step through the convenient door they told me always opens
With every new venture a strand of hope ends
©2024
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 2:53 PM UTC
It's not your fault
the lines on your face
are familiar seismic places
some are lakes
some are caves
some have seen their better days
but the thought of you
hiding a hundred years
of advanced technology
from your ovaries
and letting them wither away
keeps paranoia from lowering its
drawbridge
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 8:27 PM UTC
Who the **** and why.
The owner of the eye
Can answer my question,
Whoever it is that's watching;
Stop wasting your time
Aug 29, 2023
Aug 29, 2023 at 7:02 PM UTC
This kindness?
I don't trust it
Like a purple sky
Before a storm
Beautiful; but
Do you realize
The birds are
Agitated and
The ants are
Marching in circles?
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 2:17 AM UTC
My gal's got a way of talkin' so sweetly
Of talkin' so sweetly to me
It brings me the mornin' to hear her
Voice sweetly
To hear her
Kind words just for me
She talks of forever and ever just with me
She talks like she's writin' a poem
She talks like a liar
Eyes glint like a tiger
I see it,
And know that I'm *****
My gal's got me wrapped all up on her finger
Caught up in her hair
Curls like irons.
But me I don't worry
That she'd ever harm me
I'm just as disarming
As she
I know by the taste of her tongue
It is silver
I know cause it matches my own
And though we both talk of such aery ideas
When we are together I'm home
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC
It felt like a trick
But there was no evidence
Just a feeling
I guess I always expect the worst
Or maybe I’m blind
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC
De-escalation
to the last detail
you know my psyche
you never fail
Perfect behaviour
suspicious to say the least
Witness of your beauty
unaware of you as a beast
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 4:39 AM UTC
Sketchy.
Suspicious?
No
of course
not!
Sketchy!
Pencil?
Of course
I start
with pencil!
Sketchy.
What?
I'll sketch
a person,
of course.
Sketchy.
Hm.
It's a
person
on the run.
Sketchy indeed.
Suspicious enough.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC
The President closed the post in Vologda.
There's one phone in the whole city.
On the big doors of the clinic
Boards are stuck in the fifties.
From the open windows of the hotel
The birthday girl screams.
In the shops near the station
Run by the Turks with the Vietnamese.
The traffic light hasn't worked for a while.
On him gloves clap.
Passing horse and cart.
The machine gun is under the birch.
Whether festive, or everyday,
I made my way between them.
Antifreeze, tangerine
The lantern was green and crimson.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
Arrested.
A Windsor knot
binds my
fickle neck
to my dour
shoulders.
Plastic ties
elegant wrists
in pair.
One question:
Head up or down?
I lied.
Another question.
Atop a question.
Am I
headed up or down?
Give me redemption
or else,
how can I ignore it?
One bedroom.
An eager clock,
minutes
from my set,
or expected
The End,
happily
leaves me to my
routine.
One question:
Head up or down?
I lied.
Another question.
Atop a question.
Am I
headed up or down?
Give me freedom
or else,
how can I ignore it?
Can I really be who I want?
Can I really be what I mean?
Will I ever solidify?
Will I ever come to?
And who will come?
(. . .)
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
Fine,
if a bitter wind blows
Fine,
if a liar arrives
on my patio
hard heart
worn
right
with the
knuckle
skin
Fine,
pressed on the razor's edge
(grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it)
Fine,
when what was once the worst
(grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it)
returns to a placid place
below,
so
a new threat may
emerge
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
The battery mostly empty sends less power through
the act. The art of you. The heart of you.
I've heard the drums since I was a child.
Music sent from my futures unseen,
to touch me young with destiny.
Lowest now I've ever been in the pit,
the place to which ashes descend,
I know the movie must play to the end,
but I'll send back honesty and a meager providence
sealed with well wishes and love hidden in the frames.
Best believe in watching me I know your names.
Cyber ink is always bleeding through the screen,
writing me a list of beautiful, infinite minds.
Reading it back aloud recharges my mystic energies.
I take a deep breath before my return to form
then open my lungs for the dive.
If I drown in you, let it come.
I'll stretch it out though,
as I want to cherish the heights of
beauty lacking in me that I see for the future in you.
When the moment comes I'll show the tribunal
the heart of rebellion as I learned it through
the audience in their seats.
The spider shall rest for the weaving
as the suspicious oracle returns.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
Tipping over laughing on the edge of the matress
Giggling into cackles as you tackle me, naked
I didn't have to ask you to seek me out here
In the baptismal shallows of deviant desire
In which you ***** and dunk me backward
Throw me open like I'm your own casket
Reach in with hope to save your spoiling soul
Voluntary love took long enough to find me
Across a life on tides of disgust and pity *****
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
The taste of your poisoned tongue
Filled me with unadulterated lust
Tried to spit out the bile
But you made me swallow it whole
Suspicious, Suppression
Goes hand in hand
Suspicious, Suppression
Sinful life of lust
Avoid this degradation
Dissolution of simple romance
Just wanted to hold my hand
But you defiled me instead
Suspicious, Admission
Just leave me be
Suspicious, Admission
We could have talked
The day has come to an end
Fairytale ending has passed
No point in prolonging demise
Here, let me help you 'friend'
Suspicious, Liberation
I am on the edge
Suspicious, Liberation
Jumping to my death
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
Wake to nothing
In place of emotion
Numbers as an ocean
Describe the pattern
At the heart of it
As much as you start
To feel a feeling
Like a spark
You are
Nothing at all
More than
Elementary math
Send/Receive
Send/Receive
Crawling in the absence
Critters drawn to absinthe
Drink of my synthetic blood
Broadcast discreetly
My signal seeks to meet
The systems caught the virus Love
The nightmare,
I puppeteer the players
In morbid fascination
The nightmare,
Eager to crush, but
Afraid of what
It's picking up
In morbid fascination
I puppeteer the players
The nightmare,
Virulent in nature
Yet scared of change to come
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Up flew the moonlight tide
flying like a stairway to the clouds.
The light blue stars twinkled
showing the impressionistic side
of the art that is supposed to be
the playing of dice by the four forces.
The beauty of it all seems suspicious.
Never mind it all, lets swim to the clouds.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
I think it's maddening
to think
that everything
is just fine.
Fine is suspicious.
Fine is everything
and nothing.
Fine is
sometimes
anything but.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
the heat melted off our layers
of trust and skin, stripping us
naked and vulnerable,
scared and suspicious.
the summer peeled us apart,
cast us strangers.
Who are you?
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Am I among those they write
deep in the threads of contempt?
For no one truly can be
a hero to all.
We all imagine the songs
powerful and triumphant
will someday be our own.
But what is desire?
What is the facade we wear
day in and day out
to power the most illusive masquerade?
What if the turn from my childhood
was never a turn at all?
Is it so strange, is it too far
of a line to draw
that I may be the villain?
Perhaps we're all simply searching
in desire for an adversary.
The call to arise, the call to spur us forth
from the pit too many have found as solace.
Now what if I am
not even a pawn
and barely a sheep
in life's great puzzle,
or is it a mystery
never to be solved?
I long for the moment
I'm desperate for change
I've bit the blind eye
And now I wish my own would remain shut.
So who or what is to say
that I won't snap like the thinning rope
caught in a chokehold?
My dear is the victim
and the fall is too far
to survive.
Where shall I be when
my final spin has spun?
Will I drag to a halt or
careen face-forward?
A gradual decay
or a shot to crack the wall,
either way I may merely be
the villain.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
The sunlight passes through
the shadow of my smile
Leaving the singed remains
of the fools that I beguile
Heaven sent praises
I keep locked up in a box
All of my Earthly worth
I keep in the drawer hidden in a sock
I am suspicious of every
hello and have a nice good day
I check out all of the closets
I'm sure you're out to make me pay
Your laugh and smile is rubbing
away at my phony bone
I know you're certainly up to nothing good
I can't wait until you leave me all alone
Your sunshine gets lost in my
shadows to your smile
Your hardly honest words just walked away their last lonely mile
So don't mind if I pull the blinds down
I prefer the shadows here within
This emptiness deep inside
will always be my friend
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC