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Jellicle Cats with their three names
The I in which no one but "I" would know. A self inscribed name tag collar wrapped 'round in my keyboard cutthroat self inflicted mental recognition.
The Gay One?
The Stupid One?
Pollicle Dogs, with their bark BARK BARKING up and down t...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:02 pm
How Can I Keep From Singing
Are the essence of a highschool choir
That sings often the sounds of Queen in the style of acapella
But also the rolling notes of Ezekiel Saw the Wheel
And the thumping heart of Elijah Rock.
How Can I Keep From Singing
When piano pushed
And the opening notes gently pulled in, to meet a booming brillance
My life goes on in endless song
And I recall the disconnect...
Friday 8th December 2017 8:20 pm
Poetry is a Mediocre Diary
There is no good way to really start a poem
and by far
This is the third time I've tried to find a line to begin this
Which will never be the line that could best cooperate with myself
to get what I want.
So I could start my push
into talking about several things
Like how literary poetry is so different in nature to slam poetry, and why I think
both are good
But one is fine art,...
Friday 8th December 2017 12:05 am
Beyond the Plastic Pole.
The landlord called this morning
Said that she could tell I just woke up. To call her back later.
The cold was different to me, this late morning
Hazy, paired with rain
Drizzled, Murky, Heavy air that swept through the knit of my hoodie.
The branches lay next to the garage in a consecutively non-organized fashion, taken back by hand a few times
To the old burning pile ...
Saturday 28th October 2017 4:50 pm
The Somewhere: Bricks and Cement
Why can't you just look and see me?
I know you can.
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.
The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.
Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
She was new in school, I think.
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Thursday 19th October 2017 4:16 am
Invisible Shark Syndrome
When you look at the water
From the specific position of the diving board.
It stays still with the silence of god himself, unmoving despite the world continuing.
It was noon, and the lifeguard made a joke.
"Be careful, there's a shark in the water!"
I could see all the way down past the top of the water to the mid-blue circle spiral encompassing the 'deep bowl' of the pool.
Monday 16th October 2017 4:14 am
It's a concentration of atoms, that in the air converse with one another.
And then those bits become molecules.
They create my table.
And in some ways, my ability to type and write and eat ramen at the last hour of the night.
And they make
That smokey woody herbal floating aroma that reminds me of the witchcraft shop down the street of where we used to live.
Monday 9th October 2017 7:36 am
Cracker Barrel shouldn't make you cry.
That is a sentence that no one should have to explain.
Facebook, should occasionally make you cry.
That's a sentence that I think most people don't have to explain.
Sad children in a country that I probably couldn't find if I researched every piece of paper with any writing on it in my house.
Which is a lot.
Just for reference.
Monday 25th September 2017 5:57 am
A Triadic Structure of Depression
My poetry's hollow and null
And like my life it is quite dull
So I ramble and cry
And I wish to just die
While I ponder why I've not been culled.
And yes even so
I continue to write words
With no direct form
Rhyme scheme, structure, they mean very little
To a person who has no control of their life
And apathetically watches as he carries on strife.
And in a rotted hole, th...
Wednesday 13th September 2017 12:23 pm
I Have A Fetish For Escapism
Make me think that the world runs smoother
When all focus
Is on leather and sweat and stink.
Glorious odor that makes the mobius strip slow.
And Ouroborus is Self Fellatio.
My leading member drags me through pigeoned glory holed thoughts.
And I lose
The consideration of purpose
and other abstracts
such as longevity and sustainability in flesh a...
Friday 8th September 2017 6:55 pm
I'm pretty sure that everyone
Knew the ponytail kid.
Had a ponytail kid.
Is what I mean.
The guy that was just...scratchy, and rough, and he needed to shave more. You know that guy?
You kind of have to wonder when you meet the ponytail kid, why he's like that.
With a grey hoodie that's kind of too big, and it has spraypaint haphazardly covering it.
Friday 4th August 2017 5:49 pm
Get out of mouth now.
This is not yours.
You keep prodding at my gums, don't you get it?
I don't floss.
I can see you past the surgical mask, behind the goggles that you keep foggy with a steam of egotistical pomposity.
You're framed by a white room, white clothes, white breaths, because everything inside of that is dirty.
A living cavi...
Saturday 29th July 2017 12:20 pm
An Idola, who deserves the persecution that comes with
the eyes of a hungry audience.
The Lion greedily roars, depraved in hunger and gifted with I, the sacrafice.
Big Top mentality, the bigger the crowd the thirstier for bile, that drips into the cotton candy machine.
I have crossed my eyes with x's, until I could be accused of a clown's facade.
Friday 28th July 2017 3:01 am
Pick the petal, then you eat it.
Fields of daisies.
It's a sort of unegotistical monopoly that I crave
Playground fortune telling is a mysterious art that rides on the idealistic concept of opposite chance.
Loves Me Not.
Where I stand now.
Where yellow spiraled arms that reach for love, surround me.
I come to the bubbling surface, that the reach...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 9:57 am
S E L F I M P R O V E M E N T
Like lost keys
That the rest of your friends
f i n d i n g
I thought he was
Sucking on sympathy tits
Feeding on help
He was m o t h e r.
Saturday 17th June 2017 3:50 am
The Somewhere: Lucifer
The slip from
Unopened gates of a world I had lived
Was not particularly the hardest
More so was the descent, where I found time
Seconds counted in decades
To swallow the misgivings
Bloomed as my fallen feathers
And the certainty
My skirt grasps the falling winds of January.
It pulls me into the next
My new home
Where flesh burn...
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:19 am
Paper Planet Spinner Kid
Common sense would dictate
That when a website uses the concept of pounds...
...I think they're pounds? Maybe?
Well, that should indicate the base of operations; Britan.
Maybe just.....generally European?
My knowledge of globes, that explain the world in quilted patches is small. I only recall that lines we're drawn with sticks at some point and dec...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 1:42 pm
Give Me An Original Metaphor
Explanations of what I mean
When I ask for the new
Tend to...fall flat.
I understand there's only so many
Dictionaries ripped together
Dictions I can scavage through
Concepts that equate your thoughts.
But even then I still find
Melted hearts and emotional roller coasters
Haphazardly tossed into lines that should add up to better use....
Monday 29th May 2017 2:09 pm
The Island of Misfit Boys
How is it
that even someone
that clings to broken toys
with a mix of
nostalgia and remorse
that cradles a chinadoll
whose chipped fingers slip through flesh
to the infantile heart at the center of
be held in the cradle of arms
owned by someone whose own skin
wields their own patterns of 'horse play'
And brazenly still
Refuses to let go
Of such an uncoordinated ...
Friday 26th May 2017 5:47 pm
Puberty & Desperation
For the love of God
Change your sheets.
Take a shower,
Your body is exuding more fumes than a nuclear plant.
And by God.
While we're on this trail of reconstructive surgery.
Toss out that shit personality.
Trashy anime and cartoons, no counting for taste.
Kid, if you put a rainbow filter over that drawing, I swear to God...
No wonder every...
Thursday 25th May 2017 4:27 pm
Simon Bette's Cry of the Lost Lamb
On thy knees
Prays the lost lamb, reborn anew.
A young man of God with white 'round his collar.
Often he looks to the father
I look to the father
And I pray for more fun.
A son of God must have more to do, anything more interesting
The population of this city churns
Wishing that they could be more than what they are now
The lambs cry as I once did
I must not recall...
Monday 22nd May 2017 2:34 pm
Selfie Culture is Just Culture You Stupid Fucking Baby Boomer.
Position of outward facades, and inward necessities
from self portraits
meeting at selfies
Humble is ideal
Self Pride is ideal
They both need be
B a l a n...
Saturday 20th May 2017 8:16 pm
What To Do After You've Participated In A Threesome
The feeling of
having just finished
You are now in a bed
with two naked
that don't immediately fade
And no one
explains the common courtesy
of getting some food
After performing what's known as an
We throw ourselves
out to sea
With minimal knowledge
of the breeding grounds of tropical fish
Thursday 18th May 2017 11:45 pm
Housewives, Magic Circles, and Poetic Gimmicks.
Quirky, by all means
a fucking awful word
that was most likely
Something to describe those that fell outside
circle of Baseball Caps and Poodle Skirts
while still finding themselves
safe in their presence.
It has been adopted
Parents who use it to describe
Friday 12th May 2017 5:18 pm
Watching a Group of Angry College Kids is Weirdly Entertaining
where cars run rare
and exude mating calls
with running rust
synonymous to melting
who prides a sign
arches over 9th street
A R T
and in essence
of what could be known as design
in other wo...
Friday 12th May 2017 4:33 am
Experimental Proposition Following Observation of Apathy
Alive and Deceased
Poison has filled the bunker
but from the outside
until futher analysis
In a similar
is Schrodinger's Student
who is both
here and absent
awake and asleep
consious and in coma
Fallen loved ones join Illness
in a dorm room
Wednesday 10th May 2017 9:33 am
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