Harangue me all you want.My values don't change,Even when I'm like this.End of my rope.Struggling to survive.Fighting some philosophical fight,When I can barely take care of myself.Depression is an old friend to me,Draining energy,But my only companion,In dark childhood rooms.I remain broken,In...
Anyone pushing Theocracy,Or Fascism,Is thy enemy.Capitalists tend toward the latter,Anything to protect dragon hoards.Refuse to give up my Democracy,As corrupt,Broken,Flawed,As FPTP always is.I'll never give up my freedom of speech -Which is what Theocracies want.Indoctrination.Sheep.
Some nights,Dreams expand.Evolve to complexities,That only my queerest,Most neurodivergent mind,Can comprehend.Beyond other nightmares.First a manhunt,Chased across cities & wilds.Then impossible battles.Fists against Kaiju.Leading to height contests,For billions?Fuck is wrong with me?
3047/3500 Poems to beat Shakespeare's ENTIRE PORTFOLIO of Poems AND Plays. And I've accomplished it in just five years, counting from zero. I'll be the second most prolific poet of all time soon enough. Never let ANYONE tell you what you're capable of. Ever. Only you define your limits to...
Been sitting on this one for a long while. That’s primarily because this topic is so fucking massive and so fucking complex, that my piddly little three thousand word rough limit for these Pickup Truck Diaries articles isn’t enough. So for this one, I’m going to expand my limit to whatever feels...
Your proffered peace of mind,Is an illusion.One I see through.Merely the numbing agents of modernity.Chaos & madness blessed me.Enlightenment.Briefest glimpse into infinity.Billion hurting hearts.You cannot stop this hurt.White scars.These wounds are deep.Nobody can.
Tired of negativity.People want to tear you down,To build themselves up.Pettiest are those -Who pretend to be friends.All before sinking knives,Into your back.Hurt people hurt people,Flailing & lashing.Trying to inflict damage,Pain,To make themselves feel better.
Monday,I woke to a sunburn,My ear sloughing off in chunks. Tuesday, the end of an era. Wednesday, brother told me he was diagnosed with leukemia. Thursday, went camping, only one friend that came. Friday, I sit in the forest, drinking power.
This is how you drink power, boiling essence from nature itself. Blow, wind. These currents fuel me. Rage, waters. Thy roaring sustains me. Peace comes in waves, broken by the sins & presence of man. Twenty percent. And of that number, even fewer know their stake. Trees, groan or sigh, that I...
Living proof,Of evolution.Living at new scales.Hunting utopias.The cryptid,Disguised as a man.Nonbinary mythologies,Seeping from my every pore.Existing between urban legend,Or creation myth.Amalgamations of a hundred thousand years,Of human history.Apex predators.
Silly Warlord;Who wanted to become a poet.Feral Child,Amongst Sociopaths.Left to scrounge for parts.Yet never finding a heart.QUIT PLAYING VICTIM"You are a victim."PITYING YOURSELF"What else could we do?""Are we guilty of our past ignorance?"Know.Could slaughter species, /|\ Feel little.Confess...
If you are too weak.Too fearful.Too broken,To fight.Stand behind me,Wedge formation.Help somebody else hold up a shield -While I break their trenches.I'll play martyr for you,Seeing how short this lifespan is looking to be.That's how we project ourselves into the future,After all,Love.
Seriously,Little Witches;Play the edges.Fogs of War,Are supposed to be dispelled -Not huddled in fear from,Turtling up like cowards.Knowledge remains power,In most perfect sanguine form.I'd not trade this source of my power,For anything.Physical strength is something,That'll wane.PLAY
Long Ago;My Infinite Creation,Resembled muddy brown tides -Carrying boats & debris with it,Like proper tsunamis.Sweeping across land.Later, fine tuned, a torrent of crystal clear fresh water.Yet, such pressure plus discipline was tiring.Nowadays,A salty tide,Coming & going.In equilibrium.
sing between edges of reason,only advice.touch madness once in a while -to remind how fraught we are.remains best form of ego death,i've found thus far.beyond hurdles & follies of my youth,back when i used to be human.a once upon a time ago,a fable that remains closed -dusty book covers
& THEN THERE WERE TWOAGATHA CHRISTIE BE DAMNEDHORROR & MYSTERY IS TRITEBORING & OLD TO USWHO SAW A THOUSAND REIMAGININGSFUCK NEPOTISMKINCLANOUR FAMILY HAS ONLY HURT USKNIVES INTO OUR RIBCAGESAGAIN & AGAINWE DEFEATED RAGE IN EVERY OTHER FORMOR INSTANCEYET OUR ONE TRIGGER REMAINS..THEM
Do you know why I hate shilling myself?Because I come from a family of narcissists;A hellscape of gaslighting -Where every second sentence begins with "I.""I'm good.""I'm the best.""I know more than you."FUCK MY TITLES.My quiet confidence,Comes from what I have accomplished.Not false ego.
This Ship Of Mine,Belonged To Theseus,Once.Replacing rotting planks,One by one.Weathering myself bronze,As I worked over centuries,Then millennia.Swapped out tattered sails,For screw-based propulsion.Eventually pulled up the wood,To weld together steel bulkheads.Are we still the same?
One day;I'll find talented minds -Via bounties.Wild West Fashion,Exclaiming openly to the world:"I'll pay an open bounty of 'x',For the best example of 'y' I choose!"Art.Philanthropy.More.Enticing with honey,Rather than vinegar.A bounty here!A bounty there!What I want -Made real!
Listen.Fuck Capitalism,& the demand for artists to worship it.I'm the third,Almost second,Most prolific poet of all time.I wrote the longest resource,For the most complex format,Of the most complex game ever invented,That computers can't solve!Still:I've been hate crimed,Signed,Ignored by said...