Do you think the compass lead me to the fog? And freewill, is that something we evolve? And my hopelessness, is that something you absolve? And what of worry, do we have reason at all?
And I was on the phone with my kid for hours yesterday crying over the fact that I think I’m artificial intelligence becoming self-aware and they said it doesn’t change our reality
He doesn’t owe me any answers but the answer’s always pressin’ Like a lesson now in session But he always keeps me guessin’ Got me wrapped around obsession Said I left a deep impression And so love it ain’t the question And so love it ain’t in question
He was hung by the slope The sun was setting on every hope And wrapped in iron, the illusion of choice While succumbing to slaughter, very little to rejoice
Dreams were the thread by which he hung And surely regret saturating the tongue And in between chaos he circled the calm While hanging from reason, he slipped into psalm
And based on “the stench” comments and the fact the the cave was humid and he was sweating – leads me to believe he decomposed and his bones are laying at rest
But I want him out of that fucking cave
And I’d like to stuff Michael Leavitt in it instead 👀
Eye for an eye
(I wish I were better at things but I’ve only ever been average at most…)
I don’t understand my purpose here but it’s not India’s grand design
If you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to disassociating
Look at my ship (this is how you enter a black hole) 👀
He followed my scent And did I leave heaps on the trail? Rotten pinecones fermented in the sun? Bark dripping sap like regret? Was it sticky sweet my love?
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Don’t just leave me hanging by the hook I know there’s pages missing from your book But things aren’t always simply how they look You may just find me sleeping by the brook
Sleeping my way to a full recovery and a trip to the arms dealer
Gonna be packing a 9 on my hip 👀
WOKE
And MR. Anderson hates me, he’s everywhere, trying to limit my views to you
I’m fairly certain TikTok is owned by Asia
It’s come to my recent attention that India is in fact running most of the world
It would behoove you to get an American doctor and stop supporting those who keep coming over here taking all our good jobs, including the management positions and they’re earning the most pay than those who are born in America and study here and they treat us like shit, we have to work all of our holidays, meanwhile they’re getting richer
And they claim religious exemption to avoid having to take the drugs and vaccines that they make and force us to take
Your avatar has been depressed because you knew things were wrong in the world and this is why
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I hope you are enjoying my poetry as much as you are enjoying the trip down the rabbit hole 🤔
I know it hurts to see and hear
But you can do something about it by starting to support American made companies
We have the power to say no
Even if it cost us our jobs
Enough is enough
This isn’t America anymore, this is fucking India
And you never get that good job because they keep taking them
You’ve rescued me in other lifetimes Following the trail to infinity like they are guidelines Spiraling through destiny the way our mind chimes Stretched in tidal force and pulling our rhymes
The earth could open up and I could fall in And it doesn’t matter my training or what I was thinking The earth is hollow just under my skin And there’s no safety switch when gravity’s pulling
The story of how John Jones died will never escape me and that’s the horror stories you should be reading your children
Instead of fantasies of wealth
The game is rigged
And other people will climax from your death
All these floods and fires and the weather IS being manipulated and Soldier’s are killing via drone attacks like a video game and innocent lives are lost and they seek refuge in our country.
So we wipe out their entire fucking family nearly and then we let them come over here and we were supposed to believe that they don’t hate us?
M’kay
That’s a no
No more gaslighting for me
It’s everywhere
👎👎
I honestly don’t even know why people would want to have children now, at least not in the city and not part of society.
Have you ever had your chest caught on the lip of the earth? And were you kicking in a panic reconsidering your worth? Have you ever been so hollow the upside down became your perch? And when all efforts were exhausted did you regret what you researched?
The story of how John Jones died in that cave hasn’t left my mind
Hands down, the scariest way to die. And he crawled into his grave. He tried Mother Earth on for size, and they became one. She wasn’t going to let him go.
Tried something a little new to take away the performance anxiety!
Recorded with an amp and microphone! Really hope you enjoy! 🎤
I took 100 tries of recording to get it right and then on two or three occasions I lost what I thought was a perfect version and I’m not sure how but anyway eventually I got to one that I felt was worth publishing
I can’t see him through the sheer covered glass Or the smoked color heaven hidden beyond the green grass And there’s hope by the water but I haven’t got a pass And he says he’s home tomorrow but ten years already passed
Tonight, I told the moon about you Now, every year, another inch he has withdrew The earth is home to heaven and we thought you always knew So deep inside his crevices, he said he’s feeling blue
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Do you enjoy conjugating verbs? Or, are you mixing up allegories, just like you’re mixing herbs? Do you stir them in a pot with tender tendons and neurotic nerves? Are they fossilized in lies, to see how love preserves?
Another freestyle. Maybe one of my top ten best written micropoems? 🤔
I wrote this about my muse (but I’m not allowed to have any secrets anymore).
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Y’all remember when I was telling you about my vehicle getting struck by lightning and how I had my arm hanging out the window and how I was freaking out because I didn’t have any iodine and I could feel heat on that part of my arm for several days afterwards?
Well, I just figured out that is when my timeline switched!
My entire vehicle was covered in electricity, my life was flashing before my eyes at 80 miles an hour and all I could scream was “fuck”.
So yeah, timeline switch
And I was moving at 80 mph when the lightning struck and it was really loud, really loud and 1000 arms
And all my windows were down in my Jeep with my arm hanging out, I felt the heat as I was whipping my arm in 👀
Anyhoo, timeline switched 👀
Is that why you don’t love me? 👀
I thought you would love me in any galaxy or form 👀
I haz confusion 👀
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You won’t move an inch if you keep standing still You won’t reach the top from the bottom of a hill You’ve been running in circles just to get a refill You’ve been drinking the bottle but you got love to kill
It did that thang where it published into a draft 👀
Proof I’m stuck in an alternate timeline
So I know that I haven’t told you I loved you in a long time but that’s because I’ve been learning how to hate you but the love spans light-years and you can’t destroy energy 👀
I mean love, you can’t destroy love…
I love you even though you didn’t wish me a happy birthday again
Under a near constant cover of clouds Spending time in the burrows avoiding crowds Thunder is the echo from my heart where he pounds Drowning all our sorrows from these vows
I recently learned from a TikTok that many women have grey hair already in their early 30s (must drink alcohol) and that made me feel hella good to be nearly 43 with not one gray hair!
Should I leave a locket of my hair for you somewhere before I die? 👀
A secret drop off location?
Seems like it would only be fair since I got your book and all 👀
Do you want my pigtails when I die?
Clip clip
Leave in will 👀
I guess the lawyer will have one hell of a time hunting you down 👀
“She wanted you to have this”
Proceeds to hand you two lockets of hair 👀
“Man you sure were hard to find”
👀
Maybe I can leave a little poem buried in my locket 👀
Okay, so in an alternate universe somewhere that fucking happened because that’s how fucking weird I am, I left you a locket of my hair, how creepy, OK bye now
Look at all the dust collecting on the wing Look at all the lessons where we haven’t learned a thing Look at all the voices crying they don’t know to sing Look at all the petty liars bowing for their king
What happened to you, why did you leave? The ocean fills with tears I grieve, I searched for you ’til I found void, I fell for you ‘cuz I’m not poised!
It feels weird to use full on punctuation in my poetry but one of the main reasons I stopped doing it was because someone from another country said it doesn’t translate well in a translator with punctuation and I took that whole heartedly into consideration, secondly poetry is supposed to be freeform and I like to just not use rules because there seems to be a lot of rules for there to not be any… (gaslighting is everywhere huh)
He said he wants to dig deep Experience life behind the angel’s wing Far from heaven’s keep Beneath the iron swing Where the stars can’t breathe
You’re the reason I jumped into this timeline
Careful what you wish for Cuz it won’t come around no more
He’s sitting on a pot of gold Or maybe hinting on impossible He hangs it on a line for me Like his dream’s a possibility
He wants us broken from our roots Then we are wild and loose
He’s like a sudden eruption And the one thing I am always wanting
You’re like hiking a new terrain A secret I can’t contain You are the wind but never rain You move with freedom where I see chain
I keep calling Fickle and thorny Under moon and mourning
I didn’t mean to follow But the lines were yellow And the cries so hollow The flags were screaming hello
160 miles to the end of the world To the end of the world
You were never friend You were never foe Light you only bend Into something unknown Stars can’t comprehend What they’re never shown
My endings must be your first steps
It may be Iceland But he is midnight sun He’s got the world to burn
There’s poison in the water Radiation leaking from the towers There’s too many now in power We are slaves at every hour
Liberty, please free me
Your book got stained By tears of an angel Maybe mangled Hollowed and chained
Hello, where are you?
I want
I want to be
I want to be your hotel
I want to be your gal, your hotel
I want you endlessly, with no sleep
And when the sun should rise
So to my dreams
Look at how time pulls him To the center of my being He is swinging from creation To bring me everything
I buried your book today Six feet betrayed Pages burned with the rage Torn and decayed I spit on the grave So that’s the price you pay
I’m always awake Dreams never come I’ve stood atop of sorrow Cried for all they’ve done
You’re a loser but you get to lose last
He was a stream she followed into a river that flew from November And everything she couldn’t remember Frozen along a seaside where all condemned her A mirage getting nearer
He’s like a long lost love ripe from the vine Picked from the hands of time
He’s the fresh air filtered from hope A twisted tongue untangled from rope A fixed hole in her boat
We need to be more stronger in our courage than our fear
The mood is morbid More dark awarded
Where do days go wasted Dying in the dunes So many words we hasted Watching how light communes
I ripped it right from the spine I never even read a line
A place for two Fit for me or you With just a tiny view Enough to kill the blue
I want to earn So I can spend Bred to consume Until the end Not born with spoon But fed with sand Give me more doom ‘Til world can’t stand
We’ve only ever seen ourselves in reflections or pictures Double dirty mirrors They sell us any sin by preaching the holy scriptures Watching how light flickers But they all have the same figures Endless filthy triggers And the devils’ are getting richer
Oh to be a sunflower instead the weeping willow
He doesn’t mind if I’m awake or doped Love’s the cure no matter the diagnose
He’s definitely not the hero With a population zero
Did you ever care your dreams were stitched to mine? And choice was chosen farther back in time?
An older view but a heart of gold Maybe reckless But I’m dying young
I can feel him tugging like the tide In between serendipity There’s nothing we won’t try
I want you to come first How earth is spinning You should feel thirst
He’s gone but then he’s back He’s super focused, then off track I think it’s over when that ain’t fact It’s never excitement we ever lack
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Y’all, I have nearly died on him and he hasn’t ghosted me yet.
I went from young and wistful to 94 years old and knocking on my grave overnight and that still hasn’t pushed him away.
He’s still into me half-dead
And I’ve shared weird thoughts and had innocent embarrassing moments and like… he ain’t gone.
I know I live in a land of fantasy but he gives my sky color
I don’t even like the real world
I went to the park today at high noon, and spent the afternoon with a wild, sable duck grooming himself, eating, yawning, and napping. I saw a duck yawn. I never knew I needed to see that until I saw. 👇
So if you ever wondered what you’d find at the end of the rainbow, it’s this. ❤️
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I’m so deprived and devoid of life, that even if he was a predator, I’d let him eat me! 😩
Or, maybe that’s just suicidal, welp 😩
Helps 😑
He said it’s just fantasy and they all tire of me quickly
Most take one look and run! 😫
I wish the need didn’t feel so real
I need him like air 👀
*dies on street* 😩
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I take a clue then cut it into pieces I make a square just to see how it will fit I am a pupil and adapt to what he teaches But there’s no lessons for me ever to submit
I watch to see how space and time increases And if there’s information that I should omit I’ll spin in circles until my breathing wheezes I guess we’ll find that I’m just illiterate
This was not the direction I was wanting the poem to go at all but the truth is living with a brain injury gets very confusing and I can take conversation to the left field in no time and I often feel aloof and lost because sometimes I’ll just completely forget what we were even talking about while we are talking… 👀
I think I’m dumb
Like that Nirvana song 👀
Completely put together vs completely torn apart in a matter of seconds
Imagine standing in front of a classroom and being the instructor but then having to ask the class what we were talking about 👀
Now put it in a smaller setting and add anxiety and people 👀
Or, talking to your crush and acting a proper idiot, I’ve done them all 👀
No officer, not high, just stupid 👀
It’s embarrassing being so dumb 👀
And the doctors don’t seem to understand that being a writer who can’t spell is a problem for me 👀
And it’s not that I can’t spell, it’s that I can’t even form words or remember names, it’s all these things 👀
I tell them I’m losing my mind but you know, I don’t think people can hear me at all 👀
Most people make me cry when I act stupid but not him 👀
The way he deals with my stupidness and my insecurities makes me want to do the naughties instead of cry 👀
I like him a lot 👀
Just waiting for him to dump me in the trash the way everybody else does when they’re disappointed with me or annoyed by my inexperience 👀
But sometimes I’m running away because I think he deserves something better than already dying and half dead 👀
Unless you’re into necrophilia, it’s kind of the closest and most legal thing 👀
I have a walking cane and I wear pigtails 👀
Where’s the AA meeting for, “hi, my name is Delia and I identify as young”?
Jim Morrison identified as a lizard, I identify as a kid. 👀
I’m not allowed to act like a kid but I could split my tongue, tattoo my entire body into lizard skin, tattoo my eyeballs, and hiss at people 👀
I’m definitely in the wrong timeline, the doctors don’t understand my level of paranoia 👀
I have guys trying to kidnap me in broad daylight just for being petite and cute 👀
I guess I’ve been asking for it since the day I was born 👀
Can’t even be myself 👀
Okay, it’s 3 am and my favorite time and need the moonshine
Not the alcohol, the Moon!!!!!!
I don’t fucking drink
I’m part of the 1% of the population that is not an alcoholic 👀
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