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Mnemosyne
My flag is heavy A long day gone I lift my glass And toast the sun These words I wrote I didn't send I know your street And name, my friend For my betrayal I'm serving time No voice to speak No words to rhyme And where you are I'll always be I know this now It's this I see So when the dark Brings in the cold I remember now The stories told
Pale
Last night the Moon, it pulled And I pulled back – I wasn't sure who won Last night the Moon, it laughed And I got stuck – I told her, I'm the one Last night the Moon, it went And I looked down – I had to carry on Tonight the Moon returned And I looked up – I knew that it was done
Jump
i need to get out
of this bone prison,
step away from what
life brings before me,
break through these
flesh fences, thrash
everything i hold dear,
the decay in my veins,
that spreading of the
wretched fever,
time to make a go of
it, once more
Blue Moon
once i turn off the tv
at night
and the silence
just hits me
i notice that it's
freeing
so soothing
the buzzing in my ears
blood pumping
pipes hissing
a faraway motorcycle growling angrily
the screaming of a train in agony
i can hear now
those hidden sounds
deep inside of me
stories
only for me
my life
for me
and me to share
Hunter
let me catch them on their careless thoughts thought carelessly, until i can flash my light flush them out and smack them over the head, wielding my mighty words on which i step in save the day and just crush them crush them dead in the eye of their followers
Mind Over Matter
i don't think i like my scary body it has a mind of its own and my opinion on matters of health are of no consequence as far as that asshole is concerned i could just fuck off and die
Out There
Read some stuff today.
The antidote to social media is being more social
David Heinemeier Hansson rediscovering the face-to-face and conversations after the pandemic.
Reframing it
You can bitch about a (financial) loss and the person who caused it, or you can reframe it for yourself in such a way you get a new, less negative perspective.
Why Are So Many Men Still Resistant to Reading Women?
I was immediately teed off at the title but decided to push through and read it anyway, if only to challenge myself… Yeah, no. I should have left it at that.
Nota bene: why do people insist on victimizing themselves or the group they perceive themselves to be a part of, even to the point of blindly only looking for proof of their assumptions – instead of just rightfully claiming their own existence and brilliance? ‘Kay, I think I already kind of answered my own question. Onward.
it is not fair flat
I like poetry that makes me think and Jim’s always does.
Stake My Claim
The bigger the picture
The less I can see
Too many details
Are messing with me
My attention gets drawn
All over the place
And when it starts moving
I fall on my face
My vision is blurry
My skin black and blue
And then I remember
That I live here too
Twan is here 