lo, i know naught but an ignorance dire
inflicted upon those who dare court my ire
possessing scant patience for due diligence
i have no inclination to sate precedence
for all that i see is a world which devolves
revolving around me with heedless resolve
to suffer such consequence not born of my realm
indolent irreverence is a relic unsound
so profound is this bliss some might call it profane
still i’m bound to persist as they wither in vain
from the slithering stress steeped in sorrowful waves
such a grave indignation of conscience enslaved
abhorrent abomination i deign piteous
seeking sordid salvation of scorn hideous
sisyphean sell-outs diseased and distraught
such boolean fallout finds fools ever-fraught
with frivolous fears ere their failings forsooth
the fate of their frail bed of tears ailing truth
entailing an entropy expeditious
extrinsically linked to existence remiss
This Latent Lament
your words
are the sinister fire
that burns
truth
through holes
in my head
with thoughts
that forever conspire
to spurn the unheard
consequence
i look to your kingdom
of ire
to learn
of my lost relevance
with hope
i may someday
retire
from churning
this latent lament
the days
of conflict
and desire
were earned
but would never
be spent
this love
once so fervent
and dire
returns now
to fine
sediment
[Photo: Mary Pickford]
Final Frame
i awaken
into dream
the essence so precise
a place
i know so well
it seems
this feeling
permeates every aspect
of my being
where i can
never again
expect
to be
time has turned
forbidden
spurned
forlorn
for the life
of me
i cannot
discern disparity
alas
my conscious mind
soon finds
the glass rift
as what was once
life shifts
the past
sight amiss
all is ripped
from this fervid grasp
in that fleeting
final frame
of perfect
freedom
forsaken
Our Illusion
i framed
our illusion
with fleeting peals
of idealized
allusion
a restless zeal
lavishly adorning
lucid visions
elusive
so obscenely ornate
even
the great daydreamers
shuddered
hushed
beneath clouds
of shamble
wept shadows
shed
without shame
dafuq?
u lol’d
at my wtf
when i told u
what ftw
really meant
2 which u said ikr
HA! and smdh
which wuz just
so totes obvi
wat u really meant
le sigh is upon me
but idgaf
y u no understand
wth i just said
imho u should gtfo
cuz yolo
idk y u crae
idc if ur bae
i’ll ttyl cuz srsly
this convo is meh
omg like (¬_¬) af
and it’s just like tfwy rofl
just don’t expect me to lmfao
cuz hm. u c i would never irl
speak such an ugh (>_<) ~werd~
though i felt u were dorbs
now i heard that u lel’d
and i thot to myself
“gawd, she can’t even spell”
their just sitting rite they’re
all these wurds
still u :)
y r u not c-ing there mocking you’re style
and your making me feel ಠ_ಠ
“i just can’t”
“r u sure”
“tbh jk”
“oic, just not coming from ur pov”
daww go ahead fam
ama just for lulz
if it’s nsfw
welp, den fml
bcuz its tl;dr
so plz just stfu
halp a kitteh
and stahp doe ∞
¯_(ツ)_/¯
I Hazard to Ponder
fragments of lovers
burned fast
fall to ash
in this charcoaled heap
that lay afoot
this exterior
excoriated
by the nails
of their failings
but none can impale
for I only have lived
in the aftermath
of a restless memory
forged in a dream
i hazard to ponder
if love had ever surpassed
the scorching
of this insolent soul.
but all I have
beheld
is mounds of
rubble
pounding
plotting
persisting.
the sea now beckons
the sanctity of sleep
on her floor
of forgiving
through this channel of tears
from sorrows impounded
A Brief Importance
in days of dust
and clouded haze
sing silent whispers
amid resignation
where muted martyrs
beckon forth
a call to arms
at arm’s length, lost
dull, broken banter
obscuring cries
as empty bottles
fill out our fears
skies loom strewed
with vacant signs
to feed the void
of eyes so vain
the passive ardor
adorning glass
peers through our window
in blighted light
a hand lay cold
on shoulder spurned
fixed in the moment
without flinching
when dusk came sweeping
the people waned
a brief importance
then saw me home
In Layman’s Days
in layman’s days
sorrow yet reigns
in remnants
of our love’s refrain
disseminating
through these veins
like silken web
to dying flame
a sallow face
of shallow waste
e’er haunts the gallows
hollow space
as wraiths in fallow fields
yet reap the harvest
of a heart’s disgrace
none can replace
the solace lost
absconded by
the albatross
e’er perched atop
the arch of Eden
bound by freedom’s
final cost
where pandered woe
bleeds disarray
sleeves brandishing
a heart of clay
turned languid
from the anguish
of exsanguination
on display
Avoidant
avoidant
that’s what they
call it
the truth
is that i’m terrified
scared
out of my wits
afraid
of the horrors
that await
in the unknown
abyss
of uncertainty
where all of my dreams
go to die
the term
“avoidant”
to me
implies
willfulness
the only thing
i so desperately wish
to avoid
is this
Such Dreams Expire
pray this memory
tell no lies
in light
of truth
since shone
to strip me
of my last reprieve
pray not
these newly fallen whispers
speak ill
of our erstwhile tales
should they unravel
all my world
would vanish
into despair
for every sinuous
sorrow felled
arose
a sanctuary
that once
we shared
to dare
such dreams expire
but time
forever
radiates
in solemnity
and thus i am fraught
with this aching moor
of that which
i can never
come to mourn



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