insects are so damn small and yet they’re one of the most annoying and pest(oh i get why they’re called that now)ulant things in all the lands.
but i won’t squash them. that’s what they want. to make me lose my […]
in a cabin by the woods
they sat and had their life
they chuckled and gave knowing smiles
of all their days new strife
and i would enter knowingly
with grin upon my face
to watch them laugh and pull me in,
a friend wrought lone disgrace
they say your body is a temple, but i’m doing the best i can
my offerings are all i have
i want to praise you
want you to rejoice in my sacrifices
but the only sacrifices i can make
are in the ones i give to you
What we’d all like to be– men, women, girls, boys, cats and heron alike
to give up the responsibility of our own lives until nothing can bother us
because it wasn’t our
in the first place
oh thank you, heavens, for picking
step by step to step a step up beat
down steps, we race
me every time
but i can bind
but i combine
the steps your steps
placeholders on my mind before i still the thoughts for what still stays
and no matter what would have been on the brink
of conception, the interception takes over
and pushes interpretation through
and elation arises as I see a connection
that i made of nothing but missed directions
shepherd’s pie? PIE? REALLY? you’re so deceiving, you sneaky dish…
pie implies the style of dessert but none of that for me, the veggie
the charm compels and rhythm calms
the spark pulls but from afar
what is so desirable about something i wouldn’t really want?
is there such thing as true mutual longing?
what is the demon who spreads the disease of wanting what is unavailable,
and where can i find it? it must be killed because, seriously, this is getting old.
let me love who loves me and beloved by he who i love.
please. i rarely beg.
stacks of stacks and nested nests of rested bests
and bested tests, layered under lines and statements and linear latency
where numbers don’t align like they might
if i knew what to do
the light is firm but gentle i’d say that’s a bird chriping but it’s probably just the sunrise filling in the blanks of my mind’s peace and mom puts out the spoons as i sit and watch the space between the window panes– she looks at me through her smudged glasses (though she was led [...]
morals fall out my mouth like molars and
mortals can’t mold to more of the lore until
we meet the elite
and let them eat
what ethics we have left
If music sounds unfamiliar going backwards, is that merely musical styles we have yet to create? There’s a lot to be learned from playing with time.
half of me the split seat and shared for more than half my health when all i wanted was a waist that’s wasted for more than half of you and less of me
standing out when everyone’s sitting shouldn’t be too hard, but everyones’ chairs look so soft. forgot how to put words down like i used to. it’s been too long. typing is a calculated process of inputting letters, characters, pressing buttons not writing. d i s t i n g u i s h e d
illusions, sick fusions with ill glued tins and
that’s cool, that’s wicked, that’s ill
folks, we’ve got something to spill
every word sounds trite
every thought far from new
all been said
i know that’s not true
but at least that which I’m thinking right now has
I guess I should just stop writing, then.
sticks and stones:
that which breaks my
hones my skills and frees my
grind the earth with teeth to eat my
birds fly by and i can’t recall how I arrived.
faintly waves up beneath my breasts and climbs up my curves as I slide through the cold future, my shoulders and head not yet ready to go under
Nothing ever made them muse, made them gasp, made them choke back the possibility of speech like this did. Their bracelets clacked and their fingers trembled as they reached for the loaf of dough, risen from the collaborative efforts of so many hands and ingredients. As they tried to discern whether the yellow and blue [...]
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