Write off day
Today a write off
not to be acknowledged or catalogedÂ
Disappeared before even given a chance
I like it to be left unknown,
a name or possibility only makes it harder
harder during the haunting hour,Â
when I shall disembodie all potentialÂ
but remain to my conviction anyhowÂ
murduring all the day has to offer,
in the name of brief but true figments
in my make belief m...
Monday 11th October 2021 5:43 pm
A collage of a few poems
Collage of a few poemsÂ
Poem 1#
Dazzling night, our eyes sprinkled with the glowing freckles of the sky, our eyes are simply recipients of the floating lamps in the sky, sole survivors of the nightly lamp genocideÂ
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Poem 2#
Running rivers
Must Return to mother, the sun beats itâs back, forcing the river to run, haunted tales of brethren being abducted by the rays, to be cleansed...
Sunday 26th September 2021 10:00 pm
Anxiety. hopes, dreams
Everywhere else I'd rather be, because everywhere else only exist in my mind
my mind whispers and leads and tells me what to believe
for the better or worse, my mind deceives me
my mind lives in reality but takes and leaves whatever it wants from make belief and fantasy
nobody can tell my mind what to believe, not even me
Thursday 12th August 2021 10:49 pm
Rose queenâs orders
Running roses, free them all
duty, unity, unites us all
running roses
squeaky clean
beautifully tailored with thought and collection
holding you all to it's deception
something so small, tranquil, calls to all
unknown to you
free my rosesÂ
or I'll turn blue
Sunday 8th August 2021 8:36 am
Weary knees
Returning to land from bellowing seasÂ
upright they stand, trusted knees
off board the ship, knees stay cautious and weary
the horror x2
of the bellowing seasÂ
the sailers rub and thank their knees
for all the troubles of the bellowing seas
Sunday 8th August 2021 8:28 am
Why the idea of god
Our desire to be held
desire that follows even in death, we would love it to be true
doing so would defy our laws and rules we organizeÂ
but please on exception, hold me when I die
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Friday 16th July 2021 4:47 am
Growing old
Growing old, once was, is no longer
seeing things that no longer exist in the place in front of your eyes
for they now prefer to only linger behind
in your place, behind your eyes
Wednesday 14th July 2021 7:18 am
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