thursday poetry

Artefacts

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Let it snake through my veins
the ink of yesterday’s
Delinquent stupid ways
Ebbing mortality
In the hiss of its forked tongue
Venom and white noise
We’ve been dying all along
transplanting hearts
To prolong
This presence in the throng
Suspending life
Already withdrawn
Suspecting no where to belong

Let it snake through my veins
What’s at stake for today
Life could never be wrapped
Strapped or trapped
Life finds a way unmapped
Till death comes to detract
The world carries on
Which ever way the odds are stacked
It’s all the same impact
Whether broken or just cracked
It’s die, or adapt
But in the end
We’re all just paper trail artefacts

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How monsters are made

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I will not bow down to your conformity
Moulding me so I’ll express
What you want me to feel
Turning to me next
To say I’m just repressed
But you didn’t read what I expressed
Because it didn’t fit into what you expect
Rolling your eyes in disgust
Pretending to be perplexed
By the way I’m spewing my guts
An undressing if you will
In which you turn away
Until I fit into your cage
While you converse and ask
”How are monsters made?”

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Identity

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Identity

Coming of age
This war I wage
To-and-fro
between I’ve come a long way
To, I just don’t know!

Battling this cage
Could I really be the brave?
Freedom is an illusion
I’m sure I’ve trapped myself into
Always greener on the other side
Till you step into the shite
Another day, different hues
Buy myself a pair of brand new shoes
But I still feel the fucking same
Branded into shame
Depending on what’s cool that day
Never did care for the names
Be it Nike or just plain
Just wear what fits
And I’m still just about okay
So ticks or no ticks
I guess I’m just me
What more can I say?

Knots

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Why do men’s ties go around their necks like nooses?
Tightly fitted suits
Sun beaming
Too hot.
A wife & kids at home
Asks for a whiskey on the rocks
Resembles his marriage
Time is ticking.

Tick Tock.
Arriving home half-cocked
Trapped in that Windsor knot
Mortgages & picket fences
Looks like he’s got the lot
But he’s hitched to his work
Meanwhile the janitor doesn’t get paid much
But he’s still got his head
And that’s worth more than tying knots.