The Thaumaturge: Poems

Feb 2016 · 863

they told me to paint a picture so I set the canvas on fire

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

they told me to paint a picture so I set the canvas on fire

dust and broken glass
an asthmatic's anathema for a carpet
on top of rotting wood turning green at the edges
must be envy of the holes
that light wont seem to pass through
it drifts lazily through the half boarded windows
getting duller and duller by the minute
a few paint chips get tired of the ceiling
and jump towards the creaking floor
smoke drifts to comfort the once white paint
you could say it's falling apart
a cigarette burn joins the rest of the stains
on what used to be a couch
and some *** soaked glass shards
join what was a window

Feb 2016 · 663

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The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

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I refuse to get my hair cut
so I can go by the name Samson
or maybe it's the other way around?
not that it even matters but
I do enjoy to think
about pointlessness mostly
or rather: pointless stuff
or rather: all of the above

if a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it: how many living things are now homeless?

Feb 2016 · 2.0k

the good old days

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

the good old days

words I vaguely recall
I've heard it before but can't remember when
the father I'm related to says vaguely too
so that's at least two things we have in common
I remember when I got high with your friends
outside that abaddon-ed building
and I squashed a dead pigeon with a brick
well I'm sorry to tell you but I'd have done that sober
but I'm scared to tell people the truth
because they get scared when I tell them

so it looks like Newton's Second Law was right. or maybe it was one of the other ones. anyway if these are getting worse then let me know and I'll go lie down instead.

Feb 2016 · 471

I can't handle responsibility

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

I can't handle responsibility

if I had a car
I'd crash it
just for a new excuse to be late
though no one really expects a reason
because I do it far too often these days
I suppose I can be excused on the grounds of apathy
but that always feels like a cop-out
since I doubt anyone else really cares either
but they're on time all the same

ending of this one feels kinda lame.

Feb 2016 · 463

a hastily prepared Thaumaturge's Monster

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

a hastily prepared Thaumaturge's Monster

I've been screaming into the void
but it's started ignoring me
I'd stare into the abyss
but I don't like how it's looking at me
I wasn't really listening to you
I heard about 50% of that maybe
and I never sing the chorus
because I like to pretend that it's about me
luck has paid up-front
but time is a little short
I'm afraid I wont be here for long
so let's share a root-beer float

so this is a couple of short ideas that I scribbled down a while back that I just flung together. to make it a little more interesting for the people that have followed my ramblings for almost the same while though I added four completely new, partially terrible lines. hence the title.

Feb 2016 · 416

strangely sad songs

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

strangely sad songs

I still don't know where I'm headed
but I don't want to admit that it kinda scares me
and I always said I'll die young
I'm not quite sure if I truly meant it
because I just want to be content
happiness gave up on me first really

meh. it isn't great but those are the breaks. a line I decided against adding but that I'm rather proud of is this: "for all my cynicism my eyes still water at sad movies".

Feb 2016 · 448

I never was very good at ending these

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

I never was very good at ending these

connect the dots
with the stars
on my ceiling

wasting seconds
into minutes
into hours
into nothing

why even bother
looking for pitiful meaning
there's no force behind these words
just hollow nothings
endless seeking

limitless potential
lacking in conviction
what's the point in beginnings?
when the end comes so swiftly

such inefficient lives
so much effort
yet so fleeting

I might start to write something new soon.

Feb 2016 · 489

who knew being romantic was so exhausting?

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

who knew being romantic was so exhausting?

connect the dots on your skin
drawing an uncommon star map
cos darlin I'm losin sleep
I don't even have time for a cat-nap
this all feels like a dream
and not the good kind
I don't know what I'm saying
I think I'm losing my mind
perhaps that's hyperbole
maybe I've worked the truth out
I'm still awake and it's a miracle
but those are what I'm all about

Feb 2016 · 789

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The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

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gold dust fills my eyes
and the pain stops my dreaming
but the colour stays the same
it's hue never fading
if I cry it'll all be washed away
it's a shame I can't seem to
so I'll swap my eyes with someone else's
just so I can keep on seeing you

Feb 2016 · 481

riddles written in dead plants

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

riddles written in dead plants

the smell of a rose I've never known
doesn't that sound romantic
but I've truly never smelt such a flower
so it's daisies I'll compare you to
a chain of happiness
(that I've failed to make)
wrapped around my head
like a halo of corpses
but I don't point that out
I don't want to upset you
that's why I'm not totally honest
I suppose it's not a lie either
none truths just make me feel guilty
upset that I can't be straight with you
so on the next special occasion
I'll hide my feelings with a bouquet
tie a bow around flowers that say:
"I think you're pretty great"

Feb 2016 · 414

old but new

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

old but new

tapped as one of Cupid's moons
or do I mean Jupiter?
floating like a brick
about as real as this

those farmers were disgusting
and it's all the same to me
no part of this discussion
means anything really

I might like the smell
but how's the taste of your defeat?
if I had a word for every colour
not a one of them would fit

Feb 2016 · 703

on a scale of 1-10, please rate your reading experience.

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

on a scale of 1-10, please rate your reading experience.

if a tree falls and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
in a similar vein, if someone writes "Y.O.L.O." on their tombstone, does that make it ironic?
furthermore I want a hat that says "DUNCE" on it
just for the weird looks I'd get from strangers
those are always fun to see
of course, I'd claim it was all for the ironic value, like any sane person would
but we all know that's not strictly true

this didn't go over too badly the last time I posted it online so I hope the same is true here.

Feb 2016 · 768

I need sleep

The Thaumaturge Feb 2016

I need sleep

grey simply isn't good enough my dear
it has to be black
or the image isn't right I fear
If I'm to lose my mInd tonIght
the setting has to be just right
the seating has to be just right
just right
yeah right
oh moon where'd you go
I need you to fill in for the stars tonight
they seem to all have caught the cold
yes I'm on the phone with them now
no I'm not going to tell them that
honestly the things I have to deal with
in setting this up
once more for the dress rehearsals
never work with animals, children or celestial bodies
they treat this fate stuff like it's a hobby

hey I'm new here so I apologise in advance for any mistakes I'm no doubt going to make.

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