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Once, a fox was boasting to a cat.”So clever am I, I know hundreds of tricks! How many do you have?” asked Fox. the cat replied, “just one-but it is useful.”
“What! How much good can just one do, compared to hundreds?” exclaimed the fox.
Wolves came, and Fox greeted them, telling Cat they were her friends. “Hello” said the wolves to Fox.
“It is good to see you again, brothers.Shall we eat?” the wolves agreed.
Cat, thinking of fish, agreed as well.
The wolves killed the cat, and the fox and the wolves shared their meal.And that was one of fox’s tricks.
I am trying to listen to the birdsong
But all I am hearing are cars
And screaming and arguments and doubts
And I am trying to hear the birdsong
And I, in focusing on the things that are not birdsong
And being annoyed,
I cannot hear the bubbling brook
And the wolves howl
And the cicadas
And I do not notice
Because I am trying to listen to the birdsong.
Once, a fox was boasting to a cat.”So clever am I, I know hundreds of tricks! How many do you have?” asked Fox. the cat replied, “just one-but it is useful.”
The Fox was going to say something, but changed her mind.
Nevertheless, wolves came, Cat scrambled up a tree, and Fox died.
Once, a fox was boasting to a cat.”So clever am I, I know hundreds of tricks! How many do you have?” asked Fox. the cat replied, “just one-but it is useful.”
“That is just as well,” said the fox,” for I can see what you cannot.” and the fox dashed away.
“What! How conceited Fox must be,” said the cat, '' I must not deal with her again.”
Wolves came, but the cat was so angry at the fox, that he only noticed when he was already being eaten.
802 · Jul 2020
as though from myth
the kraken was once called mythical.
Now it is called the giant squid.
it was discovered once again,
springing back to life,
as though preserved by myth,
Which begs the question,
what has become of ancient dragons?
Decided to try something different today
712 · Aug 2020
the perfection of the worm
(These are what never was and could not be.)
This is the world that never was.
(We sit at the edge of the world.)
If one door opens when another door closes then does one door close when another one opens?
(We are at the beginning so it’s after the end.)
Before thought.After thought. Same life.
(Nothing left to do but swallow each other and ourselves whole.)
Let yourself be cut to ribbons.
(Harm one, heal the other.)
We consume ourselves constantly.
(We are never satisfied nor disappointed.)
What is unseen is known to all.
(Are you far enough yet to return?)
We’ll eat ourselves alive if we keep on doing this.
(Good.I’m tired of all this, so let’s start again.)
We sit at the edge of the world.
(This is the world that never was.)
OR:the serpents with no end OR the never was and could not be
Inspired by too many sources to name.
Once, a fox was boasting to a cat.”So clever am I, I know hundreds of tricks! How many do you have?” asked Fox. Cat replied, “just one-but it is useful.”
“What! How much good can just one do, compared to hundreds?” exclaimed the fox.
Wolves came, and Fox had so many plans, Fox could not choose one, and froze in fear.
The cat scrambled up a tree. “There. That is my trick.Very useful-wouldn’t you agree?”
And the wolves killed the fox and ate it.
658 · Jan 2021
shipwreck
My life- everything i have done- is becoming debris.
Fine, then.
I will sing in the wreckage
495 · Jul 2020
pathetic of you
you try to hurt me?
Fool.
It is impossible to break me anymore.
and if you hurt me,
every scar of mine will build my throne,
and when i rule i will hold my scepter and
c r  u  sh  
                                                                                   y o  u r
             v e  r  y
                                                   BONES.
464 · Feb 2021
let's pretend
I’m in the never-was and could not be,
I’m in a daydream,
And i’d like to leave reality
Behind
Just for a moment
So kiss me and hug me and tell me you love me
And we’ll pretend we care about each other
And we aren’t just in this because we want to hurt ourselves,
That we aren’t just in this because we want someone else to confirm that no one else cares about us.
Let’s just pretend a moment more,
okay?
392 · Sep 2020
dictionary part 1
Devastation

Noun

I Inspecting the wreckage,they say it’s a good thing you weren’t there, that you didn’t suffer. You bite your tongue. They do not know what good is.This is not it.


II  You feel free. You know you shouldn’t, that it’s wrong. You smile anyway.


III You suddenly feel like you are drowning and no one is noticing. You cover your face and begin to cry.
374 · Sep 2020
a reflection on Medusa
I did not choose for it to happen
I did not have a choice
But the gods
They do not care.

And so my hair is naught but snakes.

I came to this cave-
I had to eventually-
My only choice was when.

Still,  I chose the time of my own volition-
the people do not care.
They  blame me.
They say it was my choice to be struck
And drowned
And violated
In the temple I lived in.
They say i deserved the poison,
And they call me a monster.
The snakes may bite me,
But I choose who else they attack.

It is not my fault it happened.
The curse is not my fault.
The people, constantly attacking me and being killed for it-
It is their fault.
And it is the gods’ fault too.


The gods-
They do not care.
They send a boy to attack me,instead of doing it themselves.
Perhaps they feel guilty.

They do not care.

I cannot choose to die-
But I can choose when.
And so i open my eyes-

Foolish.
Used as an object, even in death.
inspired by https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/150926/medusa-with-the-head-of-perseus
-Now here is why I said that.

Think about this poem's title. Did you think it was something deep or profound?Did you think it was some great truth?
nope. I just took some words that sounded pretty and strung them together.
So why put your trust in words that you have no understanding of, but that sound nice, and persuade you into being content and not asking questions?
There, i saw the Faerieland-
And Faerie looked away.
part of an incomplete poem
title borrowed from a story completely unrelated
317 · Oct 2020
It calls
It calls to you across the parking lot, past the shorting-out street lamps and the trees.
You ask your friend if he hears screaming. He does not.
You need to make a choice. Fall together or break apart?
You know exactly what will happen if you stay put- nothing at all,just the same few weeks of work and dishes and sleepless nights and not being able to even tell if your eyes are closed because you know exactly what will happen next.
You know and do not know what will happen if you follow it.
It beckons.
You both do not care at all and care immensely about your current life.
You both care and do not care about the consequences.
You are a creature of many parts, and you need to make a choice sometime soon.
They’ll be waiting.
Just another poem for the halloween season
314 · Sep 2020
All glory to the delete key
I remove your words from myself-
And in doing so,I create and rediscover my own sentences and paragraphs,
My soul a novel free of your lies,
With much more meaning than mere repetition.
title borrowed from a sentence in Daniel Merlin Goodbrey's A Final Dream of Clocks on http://e-merl.com/clocks.htm   .
253 · Jul 2020
Universes
There’s infinite universes,right?
I think you told me about some theory ,once upon a time, that there’s infinite universes,all different, in at least some minor aspect.
That means there’s one where dogs wear hats and clothes and walk people who try to eat squirrels.
That means there’s one where colorful dirt runs the world.
One where cities move on the back of giant reptiles
One where fairies kidnap people and magic is real.

I’d like that theory to be true.


I’d like to think it is,at least.
I’d like to think there’s one
Where I’m not empty inside.
One where we’re having burgers
At that place you liked- It had a color in its name, and the dog is barking and running around,and we’re laughing at some inside joke,and I don't consider jumping out the window every single day,and we’re happy.
inspired by the poem (The Multiverse Theory) by Autumn Stott and The worst ballad ever written by Harsha
252 · Mar 2021
When we were birds
Do you remember
When we were birds
We preened
We sang sweet songs of our love for each other
But then the song
Became just squawks
And preening became another task, and then
How it became pluck the others feathers out
How it became see how long we could go without wincing in pain
A contest of which could be more miserable
Who could hate the other more without showing it
And when we had no more feathers left to pluck
each of us having finally bested the other-
We flew
Like Icarus, in spiteful triumph-
We fell
-Turning rapidly into horror-
(What had we done
How could we have ever enjoyed this)
-And finally, we drowned.
243 · Sep 2020
they say
“It’s fine,” they say.
It is not.
“You're okay now, and that’s all that matters,right?”
It is not.
You are not.
Nothing is okay.
And it might never be again.
238 · Mar 2021
a little myth 2
One thousand years passed, and Something wondered if It was alone.
Finally,They received a response.
Yes.I am Here.A thought, carried by Nothing to Something.
Something did not reply,Who are you?,Because the concept of Who had not been created.Instead, Something walked across the Nothing and found an Other being. And for a time, the two were happy.
You will survive this.
You might be in a bad place right now.
It might feel like the feeling will never go away,
like its too overwhelming to imagine ever leaving.
But this too will pass.
you can survive this.
Someday, maybe years from now, maybe months maybe weeks maybe even days from now,
You will look back and think to yourself:
Hey. I'm still alive.
and you will be happy about that.
Even if the pain doesn't stop,
it will eventually ease, and you will be happy.
The difference between how far you've come and surviving this is just one more step. And one more step and another until you look back to where you stand right now and wave, because there is a world where you have already survived this.
Although it seems now like walking across the ocean,
On the other shore of this calamity,
You are waving to yourself, saying
Hey
You're still alive
You got this.
211 · Jun 2021
a little myth 3
After many years,something else- a strange Thing-appeared in the darkness.
The Thing was round,and brown, and red. Something reached out and held it, but it slowly turned to nothing but dust and ashes, and Something and Other became bored.
However,eventually a new ball-that was what the two had decided to call the Thing-, identical to what the first was originally like, appeared. Other held it, and the ball lasted longer, but it soon became completely brown, and then turned grey and dusty. After several thousand years,yet another appeared. Other and Something took turns holding the new ball, and the brown turned to green, and the red turned to blue.
208 · Nov 2020
The uninspired poet
The uninspired poet begins to write.
After just one letter is typed, the uninspired poet stops.
They have no idea what they want to say.
They know they want to write something meaningful, but cannot find the words.
They stand up, and go to their bookshelf.
The uninspired poet finds a passage that sticks out in an old story.
They look at more stories, and find more passages.
The poet is uninspired, but perhaps they can borrow a few words,
And in combining the words in novel ways, make them into something original.
Something i do occasionally
195 · Jul 2020
just like me
Once, i created a clone of myself.
identical down to the very last atom.

a month later, i killed it-

I could not take it.

it was just like me-
only happier,better than me

and of course you liked it more.
inspired by one of the stories in shorteststory.com
183 · Mar 2021
Hope
No. I refuse to let the darkness and futility break me.
I am going to be kind, even though it doesn’t seem to do anything.
I am going to be happy, even though I have no reason to.
Hope is spitting in the face of the world and saying I am not going to let you break me and grinning at it through your bleeding face viciously spitefully victoriously alive.
Do not say I am kind because of my sorrows, for that is false.
Do not say I am kind because I am weak, for that is the polar opposite of correct.
I am kind because I choose to be, and I am smart enough and strong enough to know that just because I may have an excuse to be cruel does not mean I am allowed to be.
Wake up.

Wait a moment after you open your eyes,thinking and wanting to just go back to bed.

Realize you can’t.

Sit up and look out the window. Contemplate jumping out.

Distract yourself and tell yourself you’ll jump tomorrow.

Get dressed, wander to the bathroom thoughtlessly, and do the same mundane tasks you do every morning.

Start to smile. Who knows,maybe you’ll fool yourself.

Repeat the next day.
156 · Mar 2021
A little myth Pt.1
In the beginning there were two-the dark Other, and the shining Something,separated by endless Nothing. The only things were the light and the darkness.
For five thousand years, both were content, sitting by themselves and never moving.
Finally, Something thought.
Is there anyone else out there? Would be the best translation, although language had not yet been created, and so it was more like some eldritch,incomprehensible form of binary.
154 · Jul 2020
regrets (what i never said)
I should have said something.
I love you
Wait up
Don't leave me
I’m sorry

But i didn't
And you walked away


I should say something
Hello
How are you
I missed you
I’m sorry
Forgive me

But i don’t

And you walk away


I should say something if i see you again

But if i do

I already know i won’t say anything

And you'll walk away

And leave me alone

With no one

Nothing

But my own regrets
I’m just sitting here staring at the photograph and I can't stop grinning.
It’s me and you and Vince out in the woods.
Vince’s making bunny ears at us and you’re laughing at some stupid joke I told you and I’m leaning over to touch Vince’s back to try and ***** him.
I took the photo out of the bag half an hour ago. It’s four in the morning.
I don’t care. I’m gonna keep looking at this little piece of frozen heaven before I fall asleep.
Inspired from something on the site everything2 that I can no longer find
133 · Jul 2020
all right/ nothing left
The opposite of all right
Is nothing left

But that’s not true
I've got nothing left to lose
And that means i’m not scared

Anyway this'll probably be the last time you talk to me
But that’s all right
Don’t miss me too much, okay?
(Who am I kidding?)

ICHANGEDMYMINDohgodichangedmymindhelpm-
Well, time to get up…
Back to dreary reality,
I wonder what would happen if I just stayed in bed all day.
Would anyone really notice?
Would anyone even care?

Got up. Not paying attention to anything really.
I just want to go back to bed.
When i’m dreaming, i don't have to do the same thing over and over.
I’m just going through the motions in real life.

Almost time for bed, but i'm too overwhelmed to even go upstairs.
That’s it. I give up.
I’m Tired.
125 · Dec 2020
A short conversation
"This is going to **** us."
"So? That never stopped us before."
121 · Aug 2020
"all the world's a stage",
they say,
but are we players or the played?

Words are planted in my head-
it's not my choice that they are said.

But of this mad,mad world,
who's author?
To make this place,one
must be a monster.

This is a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing-
should we out this brief candle,and die-to sleep-no more-
or shall we stay,and make this last syllable of recorded time meaningful-have all our virtues ,and sins, remembered?

how oft men are at the point of death.
Let the coin flip one last time.
/curtains-exit left./
exit, pursued by the weights we bear.
The child is going to the woods, having not told a living soul, to spend a night alone, and find monsters and magic, or at least something wondrous.
They lie down in a blanket of vines and wait for a sound.
Hours pass.
The child has closed eyes and is almost asleep when they hear a noise.
It is a noise they have never heard before.
They should open their eyes- or should they?
If they open their eyes, perhaps there will be a monster. They will be sure of it, and the creature will be known.
Or perhaps they will find some great and brutal creature that will devour them.
That option might be better, truth told.
Or, finally.There are no fairies, no ghosts, no bogeymen.
It must be a deer, only a deer.
And if they open their eyes to find that, they will be crushed.
This is the perfect time to leave, run out into the deepest parts of the forest, where one might die, but one might also live there, in the unknown parts of the wood with creatures fanged and strange, in a land where there may or may not be magic.
The child is too scared.
So the child waits the rest of the night, eyes closed, shivering: and returns home to live their life in a land full of only ordinary wonders.
I have no idea what this one is, sorry.
I move my vocal chords in the motions necessary to forgive you.
I am not angry about what you did.
Okay, that’s a lie.
I understand why you did it.
You were hurt as well.
But I have been hurt too, and I did not perpetuate it.
So is it an explanation or an excuse?
110 · Jul 2020
wish it was different
Is this the truth
or just another lie?
You've told me the how
now tell me the why.
I hope it's the truth
but we know
it's another disguise.
I wish I was indifferent,
but i know we are both just trying not to cry.
108 · Nov 2020
yes we are angry
Yes, we are angry.Yes, we are upset.
We are upset because it was unacceptable.
We are angry because we have been treated unfairly.
We have the right to be.
103 · Jul 2020
THE GAME (IS RIGGED)
I’m lost.
What do you want me to do?
Whatever you want.
Yeah, but that’s just code for
you-should-know-what-I-want-you-to-do-without-asking-me.
If I don’t pick the option I’m supposed to,
The first time around,
Without asking what to do,
People will be disappointed, mad at me,
And you know what?
I'll be mad at myself, disappointed in myself, too
It’s like that game,
Where there’s a coin under one of three hats,
The hats get spun around,
And you have to guess which hat has the coin.
Only if you pick the wrong hat,
You’ll never be anything but The One Who Was Wrong, the embarrassing one,forever.
And guess what?
Surprise. There was never any coin in the first place,
Just a sick, stupid, meaningless
Choice of options,
That aren’t really options at all.
Sometimes i still take forever on trivial decisions before i remember i wont get attacked for not picking what someone else wants me to pick.
101 · Feb 2021
I am homesick
I am homesick for a time and place where you said you loved me and you meant it.
I am homesick for a place where i am happy.
I am homesick for a time that never did exist, and I have become more storybook and pseudo- nostalgia than human being.
feeling introspective today
99 · Jul 2020
lost in a daydream
You're not here.
I wish you were.
I'm lost in a daydream
about you and me.
96 · Jan 2021
How to survive
I don’t sleep anymore.
I lie in bed and my mind immediately drifts to the news.
People killing each other for no reason. Fires being started. Virus deaths climbing ever higher.
And who wants to think about that?
So i’m not sleeping anymore.
Instead i’m frantically googling-
How to survive a civil war.
How to survive a nuclear bomb.
How to survive a shooting.
How to survive living in a time where I constantly have to think about surviving.
95 · Aug 2020
answers(I don't have)
You ask me what's wrong.
I can't answer.
I'd tell you if i could,
I really would,
But I can't express it.
I'm not sad or anything-
I just feel blank.
Something feels wrong, but nothing out of place
and it feels like a brick in my brain.
I'd tell you this,
but you would not understand,
and would worry,
and i cannot find the words
to ask for help.
so i say i am fine and silently beg the universe
to release me from its choking grasp.
94 · Sep 2020
this is a story
Listen.
This is a story about despair.
This is a story about someone who was strange-
not strange like einstein was strange, not strange as in excellent-
strange as in always being too slow to catch up to what others were doing, and when they did, they did not understand it.
This is a story about someone who, when they finally managed to talk, the conversation had just ended.
This is a story about someone who gave up.
This is a story of how they looked around and noticed-
the birds were still singing.
this is a story about how, no matter the problems, there is hope-
for the birds are still singing for us.
90 · Dec 2020
Reading
As a kid, I loved to read.
I'd read pretty much every waking moment.
Even if I hated the book, I'd keep reading.
It was a distraction from my life.
Now, I still read,
but definitely not as much as before.
Is it because i lost my passion,
or because i'm finally out?
Thanks to everyone following me!
88 · Aug 2020
meaning of life
no one knows what it is.
They never did.
and we might never.
so lets go do something together,
and carve out of own meaning
in these endless halls.
let's go figure it out.
88 · Jul 2020
Can't forget it
They say time heals all wounds
But the scars are still freaking there
I still remember how it felt
I cant forget it
I can't forget what happened
How i never told anyone about it for years
how i had NIGHTMARES about it every time i slept
how when i finally told they didn't believe me
told me i must have been misinterpreting it
and it couldn't have been that bad
But it was that bad.
I was telling the truth.
And i can't just stop being hurt because it makes people uncomfortable.
I am a person
and my experiences are real.
They may not believe you,but you should still report it.
88 · Oct 2020
A Halloween Poem
Johnny, Johnny, widow's son,
Here he lies- he tried to run.

Sally, Sally,Born to wealth,
They got her when she cried help.

Thomas,Thomas, Oh so sad,
Now he laughs, since he's gone mad.
87 · Nov 2020
This morning pt.1
I heard you this morning. I woke up to the radio playing that song you always liked but neither of us could quite decipher the words to so we would just hum along. I woke up and for just a split second I didn't remember you were gone.

I heard you this morning. The neighbor’s cat’s sitting on our doorstep and screaming its lungs out like always and you would always give it a treat to get it to shut up and why is the world still spinning? the birds are still singing as if you are still here. as if without you the world is enough.
Trying to write in the style of another poem i once read, Starting with the general premise but veering off.
85 · Jul 2020
guess you were right
“I guess you were right-” i say,
Sitting alone in open flame-
“ i really did just need to lighten up.”
even the smallest sentence can burn


inspired by howlsandteeth's art
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