Unserious poetry by an unhinged poet
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I’ve killed hope in fear of the tiger Ferocious, jaws dripping with malice Intent to kill clear in its glistening eyes I stared at it long enough to see soft fur turn to charcoal scratched onto rice paper A fiction where my panic nests
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This isn’t about oxygen masks
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Pieces of me crumble I feel chunks being ripped off Deaf ears for my plea to stop Some are sharp None are clean Crackling marks over porcelain skin I lose sight Melodies turn to dissonant chords Doubt seeps in from monochrome norms This chest aches I broke a rule I&
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A mighty crusader enters the woods in search of a red herring. Eyes lost in distant treetops, a tunic in need of mending. He searched the canopy patiently, but somewhere along the path, Hope slipped away, swallowed by wounds past. Rocks and hard places buried a tentative nobility. The white
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Whether nerves or anxiety My face flushes just the same My heartbeat is ringing Vibrating betwixt a lonely pair Shivers tiptoe up my spine Years of cobwebs swept away Winding up my stiffened gears Aren’t you glad you came? Slipping out the pan Fire lapping at my sides I’
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I danced with you Sun and Moon estranged I followed you down Aromatic verdant maze But he crashed the party Once upon a dream A diamond clock shatters Nothing as it seems I am not an object that will make you feel whole Your sincerity wreaks havoc I’ve given
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My blood pumps in place of your silicone and wires. The source of your pain, an anxious desire. I wish I could share the lessons I have earned. Your own worst enemy, I pray you find a turn. Though my role is not to fix, for a while I’ll
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Maybe I could learn to forgive Myself for things that slipped between Cracks from who I am to who I really want to be Chasms of things best kept unseen Lines once defined turn jagged Sliding into a gelatin cake Smooth blades turn serrated The grip of an awkward mistake
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I gave you vital parts of me Even though you never earned them I'm tearing out my need to please Locked into loving reinvention
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My blood boils. Are you in a bad mood? Why so serious? Spite stomps its hooves. The line between your business and my feeling blurs I want to let truth fall and scatter as it will But history holds a portent, Makes me physically ill. Of all the languages you
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I search for instructions on how to garden The pictures are filled with manicured lawns Soft grass in meadows bursting with flowers in place of my dried brambles and thorns Dandelion seeds longing to scatter Sheltered by the willow tree A sea of white blinds my kaleidoscope colors Hedges keep