I didn’t want to fall apart mid-sentence,
So I said less and asked more questions.
Tuned out love songs, skipped our street —
I made avoiding you look complete.

I smile and nod when your name is mentioned,
As if it doesn't pull me out of the conversation
They throw it around casually, like it's not cutting right through —
I guess I never got to cry out about you.


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So I wonder who killed JFK
Was it a man named hunger play
Movie predator and the pray
Simple action and meditate

Total hopeful and kinda delayed
And every murderer repaided
Believe Carma Cola faded
The first place designated

Time is at hand the last days
World War 3 in Trinity ways
Isreal in the east State stays
Stay and drop bombs and Jay's

Jordan the Illuminati create
Jordan and Nile river  cream mate..11.11
Ethiopian Princess great Great
Great grandpa SEeD DNA

Additional rest to retaliate
While u lie and legislate
Regulate revolver reinteirigate
Now game over checkmate

From Pluto to Mercury
And the planets inbetween
Through in some moons
And we'll make the trip clean

Going control to starship one
Your journey has just begun
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Blastoff your off to the stars

Is it a journey to find life
Or is it a journey to find a place to hide
With the heat of the sun upon my feet
I try to keep my starship neat

Now to the outer skirts of the milkyway
I think I see life or could it be a knife
This journey is killing me what a fight
Is the end or did I find life

In a past life I was absurd
Ridiculous, crazy, enraged
With passion
Looked at as unstable
I was unable to communicate
My reality, my mind, my vitality
To myself, it, was still a mystery
Unsolved, yet of course diagnosed
Voices plus visions equals exclusion
Exclusion subtracts being able to interact
With anything actually worth seeing
Or being a part of
Four pale walls
A plank nailed to one side
A bucket to **** in
The only security left
Was within my own eyes
And I couldn't even get a ******* mirror

Every single day inside my own mind
Conversing with Neptune
And the Keepers of Time
Pleiadian lover
Moon dust from down under
I weep!
No one here hears my cry
I am destined for this room
For the rest of this entire life
Sacred words that were once spoken
Arose at the most absolute worst moment
Now a fool I look to be
No one sees what I see!

So I let myself go
Returned home and found peace
Settled my thoughts
Calm the storms of the sea that I see
My ship has been rebuilt
I am now setting sail
The wind is blowing in a new direction
There is no doubt I will prevail

In this life to be I might be considered
Absurd, ridiculous, crazy, and enraged
With passion
But this time more stable
Able to communicate
Reality, mind, vitality
It still may be some what of a mystery
Unsolved, yet no need for diagnosis
I was taught in better ways
I now know how to own this
I am the greatest me I have ever been
I am back with a vengeance
I am Carma's daughter
Preaching the power of reverence
Right now I am still learning
Yearning, and searching for new answers
Asking questions that hardly make sense
Because everyone else is still afraid of this power!
I want to know!
I want to see!
I allow the grace of these visions
To bless themselves up on me

In this life I might be considered
Absurd, ridiculous, crazy, and enraged

I just don't ******* care anymore

Cheers to my fellow poets
The truer voices battling the diseases
that plague society
Creating false personalities
They aim to create
An end to the system and the ones who started such
where hope and true love's movement ceases
The breath and life back into the victims
of the fear and the dread
That causes the jealous and greedy
To warrant punishment to cut of
Creativities' head.
The Kings of the "Secret order"
Sit proudly
Upon their thrones
It will not be long
Until these dominoes fall
So shall their "castle of cards"
Grave yards full
Of those they have chosen as "their fallen"
Returning "targeted Carma"
Eating their faked and "Plastic" altered flesh
To their barren and true soul's bones.

for beauty suffers, and suffers by an inversion of satiation: sooner then frankenstein's monster bending his neck before the leaning tower of pisa than a plastic surgeon lining the age of 80 with the body of 40? i think not: given that the former is fiction and prophetic of a.i. and robotics than the latter is further judged from reality that can't be denied.*

or how i extend my hand
into the depth of my window's
barricade of glass,
and gloss in many pimples
my hand being kissed by the rain
as if in iron of irony be a read fingerprint;
vide cor meum carma deum es deus carpe es diem;
the proximity of poetry's timing
always mismatched the other arts
to have their cavern copper bulges
and blank sheaved wool stretched
for a cannibal's assortment of ready contortions;
but that is what i read into you,
not what i actually read:
what i read was more geographical,
foreign and exuberant, more familial
and orientated in belonging if by damnation
belonging as a national socialist obedience...
what i read into you, may mercy judge...
was but a crucifix... and a flimsy greek's lie.

No reaction to action
Left baffled by the way you were acting
From lovers to strangers, now barely reacting
Love you forever to cold replies — no reenactment
Yelling instead of talking, now silence is our last interaction


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supposedly
the competition
of the world's best soccer teams

has become
        very deplorably
a plaything of global politics

bad carma

Please, mind my drive,
I'd rather realize a thought than the road.
Off-beaten paths
Even over every pothole
Wherever the steed would stake me
A limitless travel

Say, when will our cars also be boats ?

I misheard your emotions, I misheard your needs,
I misheard my own heart, now regret counts the beats.
I misheard your plans and acted like I didn’t care,
Now that I’m without you, your absence is all I hear.


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Love wrote the highs, loss read the byes.
Now silence pens the chapters where your voice once replied


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When you’ve done enough
The sorrow will fade in the lack of clear thoughts and the beats of a broken heart will eventually stop


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You stood beneath the station light,
the kind that softens into blue.
Your hair was damp from rising rain,
your hands unsure of what to do.

I watched you move but not let go,
a breath away, yet far from home.
There’s something cruel in parting slow—
we lost the words, we left alone.

The train exhaled, the silence stayed,
You turned your face, but you never waved.


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You ran to the door like you always did,
no idea what I’d walked out from.
Maybe you waited the nights I was gone —
still hopeful, still sure I’d come.

We played like nothing else mattered at all,
you stayed by the door when I’d leave.
You knew I’d return like I always had —
one of the things I silently grieve.

I don’t know if you’d still know my face,
or if time’s erased what we knew.
Would you still light up if I walked in,
or just stare at me like I’m someone new?

They took you like I never mattered,
like love could just be split in two.
I didn’t leave because I stopped loving —
if it wasn’t for them, I’d still be with you.


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There’s an outfit for each kind of day,
one for work, and one to play.
One for silence, one for charm —
I dress to keep their peace from harm.

I match their tone, their pace, their cue,
become the me they’re walking through.
A shifting shape, a face that fits —
but never quite the one that sits.

I dress in layers not for style,
but just to wear a safer smile.
A thousand looks, a thousand designs —
but none align with what’s in mine.

And every mirror looked back at me
But none of them knew who to be
I learned to read the room so well,
I lost the voice I used to tell.

But fabric wears, and so did I,
the cost of always living shy.
I’ve worn their sizes, played their part —
let fashion hide a restless heart.
But now I pull the stitching tight —
and walk in clothes that finally fit right.


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I brewed the coffee more for you than for me,
A ritual dressed in honesty.
The mug you left — I held it near,
Like touching it might make you appear.
I wrote you notes you never read,
Then tucked them back beneath my bed.

I set your place, then stared at mine,
As if routine could rewind time.
I’d hum your songs to fill the space,
Mistaking ache for your embrace.
But holding on can blur the view —
I feared what leaving meant was true.

And so today, I break that thread,
Not out of hate, but love instead.
I’ll drink for one, I’ll clear your cup —
It’s not moving on, it’s waking up.


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I tried meeting you where you stood,
made silence feel like something good.
I kept on folding just to cope,
called it patience, called it hope.

I bent so far I lost my shape,
Adjusting to the mood you made.
Held space for you, but not for me —
kept calling strain a kind of peace.

You brushed off things I said were deep,
then blamed me when I couldn’t sleep.
I swallowed truth to keep you still —
but I’m not choking on your will.

I won’t turn off my own desires,
or play it cool to keep things calm.
I’m done setting myself on fire,
just to keep on keeping you warm.


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First thing I did was run from the scene,
left the old streets and all they’d seen.
She said goodbye — I froze in place,
then turned before tears showed on my face.

Then came the nights I caved to the haze,
lines on the table, weeks in a daze.
Each hit a way to not recall —
but nothing numbed the fall at all.

I crossed state lines, left all I knew,
wore smiles I borrowed and played them through.
But even then, she stayed inside —
a quiet weight I couldn’t hide.

So I left it all, the past, the place,
the life I built around her trace.
Not to explore the world or start anew,
but to survive a life that ended with you.


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