How do I shed you?
Or have you become enmeshed in my flesh?
If I cut my skin, do you seep out through my blood?
Escaping me, me escaping you?
Someone else
I tried to become you
To see from your point of view
Isn’t that what We’re supposed to do?
Take a walk in the others shoes?
How come I’m angry and confused?
Is that because I’m you?
What if….
“The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world that he did not exist”
what if the greatest trick that the devil ever played was convincing you that God wasn’t satan?
turn away
don’t look at me
if there was ever a place
I should stay
it’s not with you
I’ll be gone before too soon
forget the person I was
before I became this monster
Sunday wordle on a Monday.
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We rest unforgiven
Mere willowy meat on bones
Time hums it’s artificial tunes
Street lights blinking
As our prayers go on trickling
Through the myths we were sold
Too lost to run
We must accept our fate
Along with the birds
Full of spirits today
Back to earth tomorrow
Fear
It was with a cruel flickering
that a hunch lurched itself into my brain
it would stalk my footsteps
as I receded away from the monsoon
that made itself heard with a thud
as the lines wound tighter on my face
I ran on impulse
running through the empty streets
looking for a place to let this kinetic energy out
with a sigh
But it won’t be enough
The steam erased my face….
The steam erased my face
and I thought this is the truest reflection
I’ve always wished to be faceless
so no one can demand expression
my lips don’t always crease right to the moment
and other people’s mouths pull tight around laughter
that the tightness is meant to hide
because it’s at my expense
embarrassment shades my cheeks
as I try to find the right shape
a formation of lines that are up or down
to draw emotion
as they lean with expectation
like they do when leading horses to do tricks
but I mustn’t get it right
or maybe it’s them, their faces that aren’t appropriate?
but no it must be mine because everyone agrees it’s me
my expression always drawn on by crayon
crooked and out of kilter to the moment
Death is human
I am much too tired to keep up the chase
Embroiled in this decline
All my friends, they die
And that would be okay
If I had faith
That the cycles of life weren’t being erased But what the fuck is there left to say?
As I suckle from the teat Knowing no better way?
There was a time when even death teemed with life
It seems no coincidence
Our depiction of death
is the skeleton
Of a fellow homosapien
A counter to life ‘isn’t beautiful’ << I hate that word though
The clouds descend but then they clear away
the rain giving life to parched greenery
A bittern booms in the periphery
a little egret pirouettes, unfurling into an epiphany
A heron circles like a twisted rope
giving room for a flicker of hope
as he lands down in his dishevelled robes
how dare the sun
The sun was shining through the leaves
A kaleidoscope of rays
How dare the sun peak through
While I’m sitting here missing you
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