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Poem I wrote a bit ago when I was loathing LOLšŗ
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Im spectating myself,
on the screen distorted and displaced
Iām half rendered,
crude and unfinishedĀ
his hands repeat the same motions
playing a mortal game with himself
entranced by a saccharine glowĀ
his body corrupts and transmutes into thread and dead skinĀ
itās silken fingers clutching and restraining his appendagesĀ
he stares at me, with deliverance inscribed in his pupilsĀ
Iām a doll in its embraceĀ
I donāt want to leave its breast
but I know Iāll wake up tomorrow with concrete in my lungs and ribs of rebar.Ā
May 8, 2025
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write even if its poo poo thats the point???
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wrote this diddy abt being in bed all day
(ed endings are pronounced (chang-ed))
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āSicknessā
Suns rise lungs depress eyes spine lay downwardĀ
Shifts beneath cotton wool illusion of silk
Such soft stills as the heart beats blood onward
Sores spinal cord twists stretch crackle joint ilk
Side turn legs cross eyes sore from prolongingĀ
Silence as someone checks youāve changed placeĀ
Slight defiance in latitude daylong
Same ceiling above responses in haze
Simple it feels to concave for hours
Stretching not standing or shower taking
Stench of clothes unchanged beneath cowers
So avoid your duties sleep awaking
See dreams gravity press patterns close eyes
Sick day sweet laughter you lay on your lies
Jan 24, 2024
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Really i am coarsing through your veins. Bleeding you out. Striking a cord. Relinquishing my spine. Relegating autonomy to the massive misogyny. Reckless. unstable and a brat. Something to say at the least appropriate moment, It was us all along. The flute stayed in tune. I decided long ago I would stay. Only to let go of who I actually was. Be there when you can. You never were. Bribe your way to my heart. Lend a helping hand. Decide to be yourself. The glass shatters and I reflect on myself and who I used to be. Bad bad bad. All the same to me, I donāt care if you die of thirst. Your green with envy and it shows. Quite the pussy cat. The elixer is mid greatfuly so. I take my bath and lay myself bare. It shows. Just where have you been. All the while I have been searching and finding no release as to who I want to be. I choose this time. I decide where to put it. Wide awake and endlessly falling asleep.
Mar 1, 2025
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let me be still
on a monday morning
you
try to push me out
but
iām not ready yet
I like this canal
or, cavity
itās warm and not as wet
as where you want me to be
iām a part of you
why do you wish to expel me?
to send me down
like Flushed Away
but iām no Shane Ritchie
no,
iām your garbage
from somewhere else in your body
with someone else in your body
iām just a waste (of time)
give me a place (no grime)
of permanence
- poop, forever in motion
Feb 1, 2024
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Itās terrifying putting art out there. Iām confident in my abilities but I feel like i let fear of mediocrity dictate what I do and donāt post. Every little detail has to be perfect or else itās bad and worthless type beat. Its an irrational thought process but a realistic one nonetheless.
May 8, 2025