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"masurbatory" poems
Your fear speaks volumes. Voice-box cauldron, thoughts become vapor; boiling through gritted teeth. Every face appears as a demon. You see through the veil of grief. Nobody ever told you life would be scary… full of haunt, regret… sorrowed memories; a fear of the future so cruel, so without compassion… riddled in marijuana keef. Life, as if a dream. Waking life, cruelty bleeds through the tip of a pen; black ink. Try as I might, I can’t recall you, life. Life, as a dream. Woe is you, waking life. So true, so memorable. I am not a victim. I can see through it. So temporal. So incredible. The life I live is a blessing making me constantly feel curious about what awaits me next; in my own masurbatory mind… consumed with regret in every text. I regret you not, my thought. I regret not you, who created me. You, who cradled me always. You, who never told a lie. Thought, if only for a moment. Thought, my creator.
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
Alphatrout
A Tear In Our Favorite Shirt
Your fear speaks volumes. Voice-box cauldron, thoughts become vapor; boiling through gritted teeth. Every face appears as a demon. You see through the veil of grief. Nobody ever told you life would be scary… full of haunt, regret… sorrowed memories; a fear of the future so cruel, so without compassion… riddled in marijuana keef. Life, as if a dream. Waking life, cruelty bleeds through the tip of a pen; black ink. Try as I might, I can’t recall you, life. Life, as a dream. Woe is you, waking life. So true, so memorable. I am not a victim. I can see through it. So temporal. So incredible. The life I live is a blessing making me constantly feel curious about what awaits me next; in my own masurbatory mind… consumed with regret in every text. I regret you not, my thought. I regret not you, who created me. You, who cradled me always. You, who never told a lie. Thought, if only for a moment. Thought, my creator.
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