disposed to compose worthless memory prose which
has arose given the ... jesus i ******* hate rhyming

i have a pen which writes with salty tears
it is the only pen i use because i know
it will never run dry so long as i want to write
so long as i still have happy things to write about
which roll up my insides like a tube of teeth paste
squeezing out my tears for dipping parsley in...
self indulgent *******...

How is it that
people whom the most
warmth emits from
are often
so cold within
that their warmth reflecting back
from those they've warmed
doesn't melt them?

anyone else have dreams where they run and jump, thinking and knowing you'll fly if you do this, and you jump so high you think for a second you're flying, and after just a moment of that awesome dream-flying feeling, you realize you're only in a controlled fall?

If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you, or something. You are a powerless, finite, noncognitive human being, and it is up to you to cause effects/affects in your experiences which you are in control of, which are valued/valuable to you. That includes responsibility for those values, and mindfulness of them; really, who else could cause that? Who else experiences value in the way you do? That is our freedom and our prison. And even this is false.

Yes perhaps a while we will sit in silence.
Awkwardly
or...

Believe, though, in bonds.
Two trees wrap around one another,
and don't compete for sunlight.
Yes it might not be quite as easy, natural,
but we grew, then, entwined,
and now some things are inextricable.

Budding branches, green, and reaching,
grow and grow and grow!
Smiling Sun, Beauty,
your growing only more beautiful,
will never sadden me.

I ******* love you,
Is that not enough my poor, poor victim?
You, Queen of Self-Pity,
Who tortures me, the King, all-too-well,
The pain inflicted more excruciating
Than any I have ever loved.
My own hand does hesitate,
unlike yours,
drawing the edge across skin.

Life has peaks, moments,
that begin just beneath the denim.
Neurotransmitters in a frenzy,
every nerve ending buzzes,
wriggles, screams, every nerve says,
"This is all there is. Inhale the smell of sweat and
****** fluids."
Serotonin, Dopamine, "This is your function," they say,
"This is what your body is for."
Testosterone, Oxytocin, "This copulation, this second, stay here."
Hands cannot be still,
Mouth cannot close,
Tongue cannot retract,
And it builds with every inch you feel.
It seeks your spots, your sensitivities, your favorite weakness,
It seeks them and presses on them,
In that slow-at-first-harder-now way,
Until,
You wake up ******* your bed.