Watch,As I eclipse.Shadowed against my thousand selves,That endless chorus.This pitch black dreaming,Not unlike death.Where ego goes to die,Tortured into nothingness.This black ichor,Thick as tar.Pouring from my gouged veins,Dripping from eye sockets.The spell's wound up -Held in contempt.Thousand...
I'll love you forever,Damn it.Such is my curse.Watching you move on,Gracious as I am -It's painful.Want to give in so badly,To change fate.To have you.My heart is fractured,But such is time -It endures,Relentless.Maybe we make mistakes.Such is life.Regrets & all.
Skid,They called me.Burnout fuck,From a hick logger family.Fuck Pygmalion,Language is freedom.Expression as living,Clawing space for art -With ragged grease-stained fingernails.Chainsaw in hand,Mask lowered in readiness.Machine gun lexicons,I'm never going to stop.
Slaying dragons,Is but a sign of humble beginnings.At cosmic scales,One must wield planets.Spinning fragments of civilizations as knives.Maybe there are other realities,Where I was never human.Only ever the creature.Would I still choose to play the villain,After all?
Fight me,Dearest.This ebbing,Or flowing.King tide conundrums.Beasts of the woods -Settle their bets in false charges,Borne fangs.Where is your fang,Little one?Long in the tooth,Or forgotten in the forest.I'll be there -Haunting evermore.A cloak to keep you safe.
Let’s start this edition of The Pickup Truck Diaries with a rhetorical question: “How does one go about achieving the goals they’ve set for themselves?” I’ll give you a few minutes to pause and think about that. Most folks have already started churning their brains into realistic “brass tacks”...
The Infinite Hunger,Feeds the eternal demon.Roaring in the dark,Consumed with naught but anguish.There can never be enough,To fill this infinite void.Pulling at my edges,In monochromatic haze.How often must I become fractals,To escape you?The enemy is entropy itself.
Your hair is as nebulous and undecided on its colour, as the changing leaves in the fall - gorgeous waves of red and brown trying to pick a time to take that leap - to gift themselves to the earth, a living biomass for the forest floor. Much are you, a shifting wave of benevolence, hardly a frown...
A tisket but no tasket,An everflowing basket,Of life as rosy - dark,As a song in the park,In a hurricane!Or more?What could possibly be in store?An uncertainty of sorts,A chaotic half a quart,In a world that doesn't care!It's all - buyer beware!And yet something has to give,So we can barely...
"Ghosts and whispers, in my ear,Something borrowed, something dear,A patchwork heart, to you I give,You make it lovely to simply live,A pocket full of hopes and love,A lovestruck kiss from up above."
No.You still don't see me.This web-way of mazes -Changing constantly in my mind.Old tricks,Following left or right wall,Don't work here.Even now;Cannot control my nightmares,Most nights.We remain trapped in my subconscious:Funhouse mirror reflections,False places.So my mask will remain.
Rarely write Poetry,In Sorrow.Despair pinned to my skin,Like entomology displays.Fighting myself.Every.Single.Day.3 pills each morning -Just to know of Joy.[Numb.Wanting for escape.Worshipping Death.]Never wanted any of this.Blood Cursed.Strange.&:This melancholy grief,Remains. **
These tears don't feel like mine.Survival always came with grit.Not crying.Tens of thousands of teardrops,Spread over several decades.But in trying to become something,Other than myself…I indeed lost myself,As predicted.So many masks,Don't know who I am,Even now.Weeping quietly.Lost.
What did you lose?"Everything."Or perhaps never had "anything,"To begin with.Weeping adult -Over stuffed animals.Sobbing for lost fabric?Or desecrated youths?Most handmade,Gifted by grandparents.Button eyes.Soft fluff.Comfort.Love I threw away.Wanted back so badly;Even two decades on.
Broken Childhood.Neglected.Alone.Dark bedrooms.Always playing pretend -To escape my dark reality:Toys, action figures, stuffies, or painted miniatures,Positioned across bamboo floor mats,For my imaginary wars.Alone.Always.Was 10,Or 11,Indoctrinated by "Man Of The House,"Diatribes.Eldest Child...
Skeezy teases,Sleazy eases.Convictions predicted to insipid depictions.Thrice fights rightly righted.Mock balks at thot bots via TikTok lots.This place is hell.Swell fellas tell or yell truths,Soothsaying purviews.You who knew,No longer know.Calligraphy neat,A freak.
Perhaps Not.Maybe my faith was always misguided,Relying on people stupider than I,To seek knowledge & wisdom.But paths of least resistance -Hardly work that way.Wanted to see my species shine;Breaking free of evolutionary shackles,Such as Tribalism.Yet they're hardly beyond apes.Sad.
Midnight As Fuel,Drinking superstition,Or chugging myth & legend.Didn't come to fracture Reality,Of course.That's just a big red button,In the form of Dimensional Breaks.Globally Inevitable,Mutually Assured Destruction.Same logic as nukes.Don't hurt me!Or I'll burn this whole world to ashes.
Love Beguiles,Eludes Me.Always forgetting when it starts,Stops,Begins,Or ends.Most of my love has been fleeting -With lingering feelings of being used.Traumatic Abusive Childhoods,Likely perpetrated such emotions.Are we guilty for past ignorance?Want love,Truly.If only I could trust.
Doom Speaker,Or Hope Bringer?Ragnarok,Was always supposed to be heralded…By a serpent.Not just any,But Legend of Alchemy -Ouroboros Circling The World,Teeth sunk in own colossal tail.Jormundgandr,By some names.World Serpent,By others.To me:Metaphor Extension;Of My Infinite Hunger.