Poem #82: Bleck
_bleck_ when i can barely breathe out of my nose, it's so clogged up with mucus and snot that drips down endlessly no matter how many times i blow it when i can't barely speak because my throat is so red and raw that swallowing is so painful
Suicide
That instead there's so much life has to offer to you there's so much you can offer to life you could be a loving husband or wife a brother or sister to those in need just stop and see though the pressure and pain might feel endless
The Great Orchestra
You do envigorate my being with your song, enrapturing my mind with every teasing note and tone; the endless permutations of your being stretched out so many lengths through the universe, end to end and top to bottom, limitless!
Jumper
Thoughts of suicide go through a cold computer, only reason and logic to contain, the shape of knives and shudder of skin, in an endlessly confused brain.
Dreamscape[prose poetry]
The endless field's in panic, nothing's steady, losing consciousness from sheer fear. black as a moonless night, except the moon is searing in mountainous flames.
001 - 14/02/Forever
Recollections of instances that agitate the body's sensations, it'll relentlessly grasp onto them and recall them endlessly, without hesitation.
Snippet 1
In the morning-after, my quiet, mild-mannered jekyll of a lemur had turned into a culinary hyde, eyes flashing, fur on end, surrounded by steam and accompanied by an endless stream of oaths entirely unbefitting his otherwise unsullied features...
~The Great Masquerade~
So shall you dance to the endless song one who's melody you knew all along once you start you can not once pause to bend for you know all to well what it means for this dance to end there will be those you know whose bodies will falter
From the maze to now
For endless history we rot. it was a volcano that burned and starved us, but it was the greeks who killed us. our priestesses were replaced by cruel kings, our freedom was overturned by crushing tyranny.
Chapter 1
Recollections of instances that agitate the body's sensations, it'll relentlessly grasp onto them and recall them endlessly without hesitation.
Punctuation
#2 of poetry this one is about finding your voice in a world over run with opinions how often do you realize that we live on a little blue dot, adrift in an endless expanse of periods. not question marks, but facts. statements.
Wrench and Drive (Otherwise Untitled)
~ out behind him and under the weighty afternoon sun sprawled an endless horizon of gnarled bush and grass, a weathered set of park tables flanking the car's proximity.