The mornings get earlier
The nights get later
I feel more tired but
Sleep never comes.
I can't quite keep
Track of whose dreams
Are whose, but
I like it this way.
Because this way, it's not mine.
all the suck and the suffering and
the loss and the lament and the
stress and the sickness and the
relentless stream of life and the
ramshackle attempts at beauty-
It's not mine.
I want to perish in a garden
A beautiful place of yellow flowers
Yellow with desire
the desire I carried within me for so long
When the time comes
Celebrate and enjoy the end of me
Put your hopes up and spend the holiday
Speaking of how life is fleeting sometimes
And the need to make every minute count
Be free
From the leashes of the strong
From the glares
of the eyes that refuse to see
Walk down the streets
Look around for clues
Put all trash into baskets
Drink the water
From the purest rivers
Take your first step into eternity
with caution
No one wants to be eternized into misery
Divorce led to mutters of remorse.
But not from the father,
No.
But from the mother,
the mother who shoulda done it much earlier.
He beat her, you see?
Maybe not.
Maybe you were blind like me..
Clinging on like mom, still hoping for a "we".
Wasting time wishing things would work,
pretending daddy wasn't banging the hotel desk clerk.
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my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Welcome to the future-
We've reached the impossible
and now lay tired in post-
coital mourning at the feet
of the light of our life like
an insect
burnt on
the inside
of a
fluorescent
light,
Its poles electric
highways that melt
away our shells
and expose the
beauty of our
ugly little
dreams of laying
peaceful,
at ease and
basking in
the warmth
of the rays
cast by the
last star we
saw before
dawn.
Kerplunk...down the well I fell.
And in the well there was a prince;
who ruled the sea with just six pence;
and to the battle he did ride,
with seven toads to make his brides.
But stoppeth he amidst the grass,
for water and relaxing pass.
Toward the mountain high and mighty,
to the spring and to the well.
The prince surmounted the summit quickly,
beaten, tarnished, and all too sickly.
There he lay his toads to rest
and seven blankets from his breast.
He knelt upon the well's great step;
and fell and screamed - it was too late.
The sounds were heard among the rest;
the prince had succumbed to fate.
And so we drank for many nights,
as toads dropped chocolate to our delights.
We sat fortnights within our well -
our own personal, private hell.
And when at last we should have died,
the toads made more food and slept outside.
Low and behold the fallen prince
was first of us to get angry, hence
he fought the rocky slopes of the well
until, finally, he fell
back to the water with a 'kerplunk;
and all our hopes and dreams were sunk.
As for myself, they'll never know.
It is my voice they should have heard,
and removed me from this gravel cell.
Seven toads awaiting us -
at long last chose to walk on past
the well and all its luster, go
and forget this place - Go young toads , to
make your peace - and find the faeries
while we sleep.
Night and day the toads were away,
the prince grew restless, I grew hungry.
Then I said that I would try
to climb the jagged, foreboding side.
The prince he watched, as he always did,
as I climbed the well like an agile kid
grasping toward the sun and shouting
"I'm free, I'm free" and it was done.
But the prince had no such fun.
And so I left him,
down the mountain - toward the sea.
I made my way by farms and trees.
Away from that dangerous place,
where men are trapped by cement and space.
Of the prince I've only heard, he died
'cuz he had no word.
Hopeful, conformational, gleeful even -
but his sorrow probably did him in.
Did him in the kneecaps where it hurts, too.
And then he must have gone to sleep.
The prince and his glory must have wept,
for power is only skin deep.
Loyal made servants
Wearing white until their feet
They walk straight to death
To protect the Royal Highness
from critical situations
From the knights clad in darkness
Who threaten the castling
Measured maneuvers
Convenient traps and knots
As mechanic as a clock
Calculating and captivating flocks
Of ivory and ebony spots
Waltzing with neutral movements
A moderate expression of dueling
between victorious and defeated.
I look just like my father; he looked just like himself
he slept as my life blossomed; he died before I fell
and though my mind's still suffering, my body's whole and fine
constrained to observation, I scrape and claw and bide
But now when I stare into mirrors, I am staring at himself and me.
I am trying to change myself, to disfigure his echoes and be -
it isn't that he was a bad man, it's that he was a man at all
to duplicate the best alien's like being nobody at all
so I retrace my steps to transfix both onlookers and ponderous waves
I make my thoughts organized bunches so their onerous weight never turns grave,
and I try to deny that I've gone insane; my mom was an echo, replacement's the same,
of course I am right - or am I just desp'rate? - of course I am both! - to reach and profligate
if I knew anything, you'd think I knew this
but it remains a cipher; ignorance, not bliss
as a teen he'd escape with drugs,
and I used dreams and games and MUDs,
the same, yet different, stuck in headspace
but I've got one example of things not to do
so I'll try something else and then fail at that too.
To be episodic!
I won't leave a trace.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
_____Dear God,
I am writing to you from a far off country.
It is cold here, and I am the only one awake.
There was a tree near where I lived,
a white oak that had a name
but I never learned what it was. It used to stand
in front of the chapel, which I have not been to
but once, when seeing off my grandfather
who was someone I never really knew.
But to know he was the first to cradle me
when I was small, his hands, large enough
to hold me with just one, able to crush my body
by the grip of his veteran fingers, or let me fall
like apples from a hanging branch—
to have him outlived by a quieter monument
which waved patiently in the wind,
I could only feel lesser, even though I
outlived it, without trying.
I would have paid my respects to that one,
with a name on it. You should have seen it—
it was as beautiful as us, not knowing time.
In some dark corner of your heart, hidden
There is Sade.
Rejoice! You can always find Machiavelli
Hedonism and its friends.
Curiosity
Unveils the realm of the forbidden
Denial can not cover it
Something we could never ignore since our birth.
And our fear
fuels the heat
powerless we are
Primal instincts
Scientific methods
Much to our dismay.
And I hope for something like a solution
While chewing my gum contentedly
Following the path I find less bizarre.
......
"Talvez a gente possa se encontrar
Num desses momentos que tanto se imaginou
Um mundo cheio de pressa e a gente aqui
Sem pressa nenhuma.
Você precisa aprender a viver de verdade
Porque
O que a gente vive é uma vida e nada mais."
get a little closer; let it fill
cut open my sternum and pull
my little ribs apart too
oh let me envelop you
i need to be held still
cut open my beating heart and pull
my sinews all around you
the blood swelling in red pools
my body blankets for the cold
cut my fat into warm holes
my little ribs around you
my wet parts all surround you
cut into my sternum and pull
deconstruct my mind to be dull
destroy me once you're full
let me rot away until
you love me forever still
slide into my bleeding heart and pull
my sinews all around you
the blush welling in red pools
penguin
I fell and drew my body
a lie - a pointless folly
if I'm gone I'll make a whole
a lie - a pointless soul
stuck emptiness and nothing else
let me run - escape myself
I need to flee eternity
and embrace my mortality
doves are pretty but they fly;
I'll be a penguin so I'll die
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
all i deserve is poison and death
breath coloured purple with vomit and sex
that day at school when a classmate told me i was weird
and i said you were wrong and burst into tears
and ran
i should have listened
i should have been sicker
rattling coughs and stopped noses
spitting up my mind's blood and phlegm
all i do is cough from something that isn't there
all i do is feel like death
all i want is to know
that which will kill me
this part was clever but doesn't fit:
look around we have our distant life before us
bloom to nothing and then we die
we are tumors and cancers and blue pills
we breathe poison and we excrete lies
look around we're ruining everything before us
look around we're killing truth with lies
the truth is nothing when facts are worthless
we create ourselves with discrete lies
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
I would like to live,
In endless solitude,
For when my heart stops beating,
My lungs stop breathing,
I will know no difference
Between life and death.
And when my time passes,
Bury me between
A lonely pine,
So that it will resemble
My existence.
Memories will linger,
Of a cheerful time,
But so distant are those,
Out of focus, blurred.
And when a passerby,
May stop and look
At the lonely pine,
He will shed no tear,
Will not cry,
But still feel a presence
Of one he never knew.
He kissed her with lips that were as dry as his love for her
As they walked and talked in the cold of a winter's night.
The feelings were gone but the smiles remained, for too long.
They laughed at themselves and what they did wrong
And poked at each other's separating ways and lives.
They stopped at a bench in the cold of a winter's night
And he called her a selfish, bitter *****. The kind that rips out
Your heart and leaves it there to wallow in the very blood it pumps.
And she called him a wimp who could not speak up to a woman,
Nonetheless, for himself. And despite the jabs they took,
The hooks they threw, and the stab wounds that left them bleeding
In the cold of a winter's night, they couldn't help but laugh
At what they did wrong, at the smiles that lasted for too long,
Because they both knew that they were too young and dumb
To try to love the way they tried to love each other.
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You came as a dream
my dearest friend
a dream made true;
When I'm about to sleep
I always consider
Thinking about you.
Our yesterdays
Were bright as the sun
Which shone perfectly above
Your eyes, flashing gems
Guided me through the dark
Your feet opened the path
I have crossed
I was aghast,
But never alone.
We dance and fancy
sing and trance
Playing our old infancy.
You will always be
a dream to me
and when I pass away
Until my last day
I will infancy.
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The nights get later
I feel more tired but
Sleep never comes.
I can't quite keep
Track of whose dreams
Are whose, but
I like it this way.
Because this way, it's not mine.
all the suck and the suffering and
the loss and the lament and the
stress and the sickness and the
relentless stream of life and the
ramshackle attempts at beauty-
It's not mine.
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I want to perish in a garden
A beautiful place of yellow flowers
Yellow with desire
the desire I carried within me for so long
When the time comes
Celebrate and enjoy the end of me
Put your hopes up and spend the holiday
Speaking of how life is fleeting sometimes
And the need to make every minute count
Be free
From the leashes of the strong
From the glares
of the eyes that refuse to see
Walk down the streets
Look around for clues
Put all trash into baskets
Drink the water
From the purest rivers
Take your first step into eternity
with caution
No one wants to be eternized into misery
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Pourquoi?
____And it came to me
____________that hell was not made of fire.
____Darkness, maybe. Cold,
____________________certainly. It was
_____________a small hole in the ground
____filled with water,
_____________breathing little worlds
________of air
_____________below
____so far
_____________underneath,
________making
________________an engulfing sound
________until only a muffle
____would come above,
_____________ascending
________to dancing light,
____in the ways
________that a sea nymph does,
____________________or Poseidon,
but without power.
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Dream
In my dream
There was only
grass
and
wind
and
sea
and sky.
And in my dream
veins in
the grass thrummed
blue
the sea
grey
like a stone.
And the sky was
an immensity.
And in my dream
rain prowled
at the corners
but jet engines howled
screaming wind streaming.
What solidity!
In my dream
there was enough
time for it all.
Divorce led to mutters of remorse.
But not from the father,
No.
But from the mother,
the mother who shoulda done it much earlier.
He beat her, you see?
Maybe not.
Maybe you were blind like me..
Clinging on like mom, still hoping for a "we".
Wasting time wishing things would work,
pretending daddy wasn't banging the hotel desk clerk.
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and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
We've reached the impossible
and now lay tired in post-
coital mourning at the feet
of the light of our life like
an insect
burnt on
the inside
of a
fluorescent
light,
Its poles electric
highways that melt
away our shells
and expose the
beauty of our
ugly little
dreams of laying
peaceful,
at ease and
basking in
the warmth
of the rays
cast by the
last star we
saw before
dawn.
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Kerplunk...down the well I fell.
And in the well there was a prince;
who ruled the sea with just six pence;
and to the battle he did ride,
with seven toads to make his brides.
But stoppeth he amidst the grass,
for water and relaxing pass.
Toward the mountain high and mighty,
to the spring and to the well.
The prince surmounted the summit quickly,
beaten, tarnished, and all too sickly.
There he lay his toads to rest
and seven blankets from his breast.
He knelt upon the well's great step;
and fell and screamed - it was too late.
The sounds were heard among the rest;
the prince had succumbed to fate.
And so we drank for many nights,
as toads dropped chocolate to our delights.
We sat fortnights within our well -
our own personal, private hell.
And when at last we should have died,
the toads made more food and slept outside.
Low and behold the fallen prince
was first of us to get angry, hence
he fought the rocky slopes of the well
until, finally, he fell
back to the water with a 'kerplunk;
and all our hopes and dreams were sunk.
As for myself, they'll never know.
It is my voice they should have heard,
and removed me from this gravel cell.
Seven toads awaiting us -
at long last chose to walk on past
the well and all its luster, go
and forget this place - Go young toads , to
make your peace - and find the faeries
while we sleep.
Night and day the toads were away,
the prince grew restless, I grew hungry.
Then I said that I would try
to climb the jagged, foreboding side.
The prince he watched, as he always did,
as I climbed the well like an agile kid
grasping toward the sun and shouting
"I'm free, I'm free" and it was done.
But the prince had no such fun.
And so I left him,
down the mountain - toward the sea.
I made my way by farms and trees.
Away from that dangerous place,
where men are trapped by cement and space.
Of the prince I've only heard, he died
'cuz he had no word.
Hopeful, conformational, gleeful even -
but his sorrow probably did him in.
Did him in the kneecaps where it hurts, too.
And then he must have gone to sleep.
The prince and his glory must have wept,
for power is only skin deep.
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Loyal made servants
Wearing white until their feet
They walk straight to death
To protect the Royal Highness
from critical situations
From the knights clad in darkness
Who threaten the castling
Measured maneuvers
Convenient traps and knots
As mechanic as a clock
Calculating and captivating flocks
Of ivory and ebony spots
Waltzing with neutral movements
A moderate expression of dueling
between victorious and defeated.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
and I don't expect to return
too long I've waited in this world
too long waiting for the long sleep
of a reasonable life
I look just like my father; he looked just like himself
he slept as my life blossomed; he died before I fell
and though my mind's still suffering, my body's whole and fine
constrained to observation, I scrape and claw and bide
But now when I stare into mirrors, I am staring at himself and me.
I am trying to change myself, to disfigure his echoes and be -
it isn't that he was a bad man, it's that he was a man at all
to duplicate the best alien's like being nobody at all
so I retrace my steps to transfix both onlookers and ponderous waves
I make my thoughts organized bunches so their onerous weight never turns grave,
and I try to deny that I've gone insane; my mom was an echo, replacement's the same,
of course I am right - or am I just desp'rate? - of course I am both! - to reach and profligate
if I knew anything, you'd think I knew this
but it remains a cipher; ignorance, not bliss
as a teen he'd escape with drugs,
and I used dreams and games and MUDs,
the same, yet different, stuck in headspace
but I've got one example of things not to do
so I'll try something else and then fail at that too.
To be episodic!
I won't leave a trace.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Your mind goes blank,
Right before you decide to kill.
Blank is your mind.
Mentally ill.
_____Dear God,
I am writing to you from a far off country.
It is cold here, and I am the only one awake.
There was a tree near where I lived,
a white oak that had a name
but I never learned what it was. It used to stand
in front of the chapel, which I have not been to
but once, when seeing off my grandfather
who was someone I never really knew.
But to know he was the first to cradle me
when I was small, his hands, large enough
to hold me with just one, able to crush my body
by the grip of his veteran fingers, or let me fall
like apples from a hanging branch—
to have him outlived by a quieter monument
which waved patiently in the wind,
I could only feel lesser, even though I
outlived it, without trying.
I would have paid my respects to that one,
with a name on it. You should have seen it—
it was as beautiful as us, not knowing time.
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In some dark corner of your heart, hidden
There is Sade.
Rejoice! You can always find Machiavelli
Hedonism and its friends.
Curiosity
Unveils the realm of the forbidden
Denial can not cover it
Something we could never ignore since our birth.
And our fear
fuels the heat
powerless we are
Primal instincts
Scientific methods
Much to our dismay.
And I hope for something like a solution
While chewing my gum contentedly
Following the path I find less bizarre.
......
"Talvez a gente possa se encontrar
Num desses momentos que tanto se imaginou
Um mundo cheio de pressa e a gente aqui
Sem pressa nenhuma.
Você precisa aprender a viver de verdade
Porque
O que a gente vive é uma vida e nada mais."
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
get a little closer; let it fill
cut open my sternum and pull
my little ribs apart too
oh let me envelop you
i need to be held still
cut open my beating heart and pull
my sinews all around you
the blood swelling in red pools
my body blankets for the cold
cut my fat into warm holes
my little ribs around you
my wet parts all surround you
cut into my sternum and pull
deconstruct my mind to be dull
destroy me once you're full
let me rot away until
you love me forever still
slide into my bleeding heart and pull
my sinews all around you
the blush welling in red pools
penguin
I fell and drew my body
a lie - a pointless folly
if I'm gone I'll make a whole
a lie - a pointless soul
stuck emptiness and nothing else
let me run - escape myself
I need to flee eternity
and embrace my mortality
doves are pretty but they fly;
I'll be a penguin so I'll die
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
____For Ted Sim.
When I think of the scene
of when Clark Kent saves a bus
full of children sinking in a river,
I don’t think of Superman
but the example I hear
often in Kant, of a child
drowning in a pond. It showed
we are beings of moral worth,
unconditional and incomparable,
because we can choose
to save or let the poor child
die. And when I think of that,
I remember the time
when the water dragged me
deep into the pool, and my body
could not raise itself. I could see
the light through the blue,
my feet dangle, arms flailing
over nothing. My bones
must have been made of metal
for me to descend so low;
my lungs made of iron,
while my mouth opened wide,
and drank the sea.
I was a man of steel.
I could not fly in this world,
but you did, when you lifted me,
let me leaned on your shoulder
without effort, as if you’ve held
burning planes before, and I
was just a falling bird. If at all,
I sank. If anything, you were worthy.
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all i deserve is poison and death
breath coloured purple with vomit and sex
that day at school when a classmate told me i was weird
and i said you were wrong and burst into tears
and ran
i should have listened
i should have been sicker
rattling coughs and stopped noses
spitting up my mind's blood and phlegm
all i do is cough from something that isn't there
all i do is feel like death
all i want is to know
that which will kill me
this part was clever but doesn't fit:
look around we have our distant life before us
bloom to nothing and then we die
we are tumors and cancers and blue pills
we breathe poison and we excrete lies
look around we're ruining everything before us
look around we're killing truth with lies
the truth is nothing when facts are worthless
we create ourselves with discrete lies
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
I would like to live,
In endless solitude,
For when my heart stops beating,
My lungs stop breathing,
I will know no difference
Between life and death.
And when my time passes,
Bury me between
A lonely pine,
So that it will resemble
My existence.
Memories will linger,
Of a cheerful time,
But so distant are those,
Out of focus, blurred.
And when a passerby,
May stop and look
At the lonely pine,
He will shed no tear,
Will not cry,
But still feel a presence
Of one he never knew.
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He kissed her with lips that were as dry as his love for her
As they walked and talked in the cold of a winter's night.
The feelings were gone but the smiles remained, for too long.
They laughed at themselves and what they did wrong
And poked at each other's separating ways and lives.
They stopped at a bench in the cold of a winter's night
And he called her a selfish, bitter *****. The kind that rips out
Your heart and leaves it there to wallow in the very blood it pumps.
And she called him a wimp who could not speak up to a woman,
Nonetheless, for himself. And despite the jabs they took,
The hooks they threw, and the stab wounds that left them bleeding
In the cold of a winter's night, they couldn't help but laugh
At what they did wrong, at the smiles that lasted for too long,
Because they both knew that they were too young and dumb
To try to love the way they tried to love each other.