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14 lines one topic abab cdcd efef gg iambic pentameter (./ ./ ./ ./ ./)
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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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“Sickness” Suns rise lungs depress eyes spine lay downward 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 prolonging Silence as someone checks you’ve changed place 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
“Sickness” Suns rise lungs depress eyes spine lay downward 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 prolonging Silence as someone checks you’ve changed place 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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😃Poem I wrote a bit ago when I was loathing LOL🕺
~~~~~~~ Im spectating myself, on the screen distorted and displaced
I’m half rendered, crude and unfinished
his hands repeat the same motions playing a mortal game with himself entranced by a saccharine glow
his body corrupts and transmutes into thread and dead skin it’s silken fingers clutching and restraining his appendages he stares at me, with deliverance inscribed in his pupils
I’m a doll in its embrace I don’t want to leave its breast
but I know I’ll wake up tomorrow with concrete in my lungs and ribs of rebar.
~~~~~~~ Im spectating myself, on the screen distorted and displaced
I’m half rendered, crude and unfinished
his hands repeat the same motions playing a mortal game with himself entranced by a saccharine glow
his body corrupts and transmutes into thread and dead skin it’s silken fingers clutching and restraining his appendages he stares at me, with deliverance inscribed in his pupils
I’m a doll in its embrace I don’t want to leave its breast
but I know I’ll wake up tomorrow with concrete in my lungs and ribs of rebar.
May 8, 2025
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🪱Tightly drawn smiles
Loosely fitted
Scrubbing the drain, circling it even
Settling dust
Yearning for movement
A force of nature
An action plan, a family man
Laying down foundations
For impersonations
Renting down the river,
Winding up a creek
With two fists
To open my favourite window
And forget to close it
Letting the debris in
If bin lorries could tell stories
They'd sleep in an unmade bed every night
Wednesday morning, mother's warning
The man walks his dog
Through oppressive heats
And violent winds
Why can't you do the same?
Stop seeking answers
And seek a home
Stay there, stay away
The pegging to clothesline pipeline
Against brick walls
My balls bounce and fall
A pinch and a tuck never hurt much
But where do I lay my head at night?
How many mistakes
Should I contemplate
Were the force of nature
Blowing out my last birthday candle
With a giggle
A tightly drawn wiggle
A master of mimicry
But I know you, I see you
Your silk cocoon
Never strung for permanence
Your writhing
In step-by-step conniving will
End when you wake
To find yourself decaying
Stuffed in your rotten beanpod
Full of somebody else's shit
You never open the window, you see
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🍬My mind is made of bubbles
Synapses pop here and there
Take me in different directions
Through alleyways and down steep stairs
My emotions come and go like the mornings
receding tide
Shift like piss swift dribbling down drainage pipes and play-place slides
My words are drool upon your feet
My eyes are hung like frozen coals
Or snot that freezes and puddles
In jacket arms, on brand new clothes
The mirror is a needle but these ropes are all the same
I built my house on a rock in sands so that I can be displaced by strange rogue waves
Sometimes screaming doesn’t help
Today I can’t talk at all
Self harm gets only a couple chuckles when friends come round to call
My loves tears taste like cinnamon
I can’t swallow without spitting up
Ones once loved don’t talk to me because my medicine makes me less fun
I cry every other night over folks I chose to hang around
My room is set on fire every time I say something and don’t like how it sounds
Good grief, bang the drum all day
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🪗same goes for large sweater oversized trousers great hat huge t-shirt and all other forms of grand cloth
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😃Being anti popular culture does not inherently make you cultured — BUT! You should be in love with what you LOVE!!
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🍿currently reintroduced to the brilliance of being in a movie theatre and half way through the screen goes black abruptly the lights flash on and a big ol “INTERMISSION” in ariel font is walloped onto the screen
Movies are only getting longer and if i am at the cinema hall i require a built in bathroom break and popcorn re-up
Movies are only getting longer and if i am at the cinema hall i require a built in bathroom break and popcorn re-up