We all live to die

In very distinct ways

Habitual smokers

Sweating our sins

Inside a heatwave

A deck full of Jokers

Cards piled on the floor

Impossible to pick up

For lack of lusting for more

The odds are against us

A world trifled with gambit

Pushed into a storm of survival

No way to have planned it

Everyday every day you'll manage

I write a haiku

pass a spliff to you too

off I will be

I have quit smoking

But it is a kind gesture

I'm great at parties

impure thoughts tide against what you've got

brains, brawn; the sun sets before dawn

a prismatic palace of solace and malice

enjoy who you are before you're straying too far

down the trodden path of wolves, and kings

of masks and willowing dreams

the trees scream, instead of rejoice

you try to call back, but you've lost your voice

Freddy Krueger is Dead,

I Beat Him up side the,

head with a bible,

and sued hime for libale,

now I am getting his accountants books,

and letting those kinds in,

thre psyche ward off the hook,

the only truth to this is,

I bonght 2 books from an elm street,

estate sale, they still get ounces in the mail,

the books are refefereces and ones ecoomics of

the grassrots of the space age, they might of

lost somteing in codeing I'll remember when I read it.

but seriously that kruger deamon is on the loose.

I anin;t no demon desposer I pray some new lights come on,,,,,

This is an ode to the irreversible

to the irresponsible

to the unconditional

and the impossible

You can come back

Locked inside your gated valves

pressure released only through leasure

you can be what you always want

with work from equal measure

You can come back

Leave aside the dripping sadness

pouring from chances unresolved

push away the pain that's surrounding

as if you've never been loved at all

You can come back

Realize there are connections stranding

even among those you hate above all

you can remain yourself and more

you yourself will not be dissolved

You are a comeback

Who you are today need not be bothered

you are what you've most wanted

you can always be what you've desired

without recollecting what's transpired

I wish you the best

I hope your will is as shiny as tired

for when you are weak the time is dire

the more you complete beyond the lazy

will strengthen your soul to be amazing

I wish you the best

Try try try again to love yourself

try try try again to be bold as hell

try try try again to bind your soul and shell

try try try again until you love yourself

I wish you the best

Waver falter shamble and madden

it matters not if again you sadden

for you know where you wish to be

try try try again to defeat your mystery

infinite embrace

myself and my case

i travelled and ran

my mind is not where i am

friendship-- i lost it

the amount that it costed

pipe-dreams and light-things

fire in the palms of hands

igniting whoever i am--

inside the circle of crayon

I guess I could give it a shot, although note my form is ... well changing a lot do to experimentation:

CW. Trans themes. But not explicit.

MMUJIN ROSE

In these notes

For Mmujin Rose

Cealed

In ancient chest

Now in its long rest,

Peeled

Is the lid on box

Covered in chalk,

Dusting.

One could suppose in that old box,

Are old children's toys for a lovely girl.

Yet instead are different toys for someone not her gender.

It was for someone meant to be a boy.

A plight for many a trans girl, not a boy.

And not for the girl with roses in her hair.

She desires amulents of a different flavor everywhere,

In the house of a solitary moonlight.

In the house of solitary moonlight, where the cat always crawls on the wooden fance,

It costs only a tupence, for some feed.

If only could simply be born a normal girl,

And not live to bleed.

In these notes

For Mmujin Rose

Cealed

In ancient chest

Now in its long rest,

Peeled

Is the lid on box

Covered in chalk,

Dusting.

She wilts for her own sake,

And for many others of her kin,

While drinking sake.

Under the moonlight gaze,

She sleeps.

The park where we once played is stripped with wire.

The house where you were born is in rubble.

The church where we went is a makeshift hospital.

The school where we went is now your garrison.

Wreaking havoc has lost it`s charm.

Raping and looting is getting old.

Perhaps you are feeling nostalgic perhaps not.

Perhaps you want to go home.

You never believed their lies, you kept your mouth shut when they asked their foolish questions.

But why did you go along?

You never found joy in violence.

It does not pay or bring glory.

What will you do when it`s over, where will you go?

You never were one for answers.

Along the road came the two thousand.

Tanks and jeeps in their hundreds.

Undefeated, bored and proud.

heading for the line but the line was headed towards them.

From every ditch and every bush, round every corner and from every tree we sprang.

We were ready and you were not.

Bombs, guns and grenades in a single burst left you standing bloody and shocked by the roadside.

I saw a stray bullet hit you in the neck and you fell.

The helicopters came but for fire and smoke they saw nothing and we were gone.

being yourself

there's a being inside of you

colored red or grey or blue

or whatever color you choose

being yourself

you've swallowed pride and left homes

fished for meaning in tadpoles

skipped across paths toward bad goals

being yourself

the beginning was sacred

you reminisce on the past :

eventually nothing lasts

being yourself

the rocky tunnel shines a light !

the perseverance of your flight

a personality of night

you need to wake up

complicated quantities

vastly more inside than outside

especially enemies

you swallow your pride

your guard is a TNT barrel

forget it and burn it all to hell

there's a life to live within time

a story to tell of your climb

explosive mind

from out of the ashen Earth rose

a fiend so great, nobody chose

to be by its side; it's too much

a reborn hero from zero

with a bad touch

I don't know.

it's passionate to feel passive

a pensive return that's massive

large blobs of tears resting on "break"

resisting the urgency of hate

allowing blood to simmer, not boil

an additive of sedation towards turmoil

Let's be the peace.

forget the rest as you forget to eat

diminish slowly-- subjective to cause

believe less in yourself

and more in your flaws

Forget it.

we'll be fine

because one day

we'll decide

the direction of action

or the rest of mind

We all work to survive.

That moment before sun rise,

When your on paradise beach,

You cannot see the apollo side,

But you know it's there cause,

You can see the channel lights,

Of Tampa Bay with a way point,

Of a burning haystack and lazers,

Ybor and MacDill are over there somewhere to dim too really see,

Oh mercy me the morning due fogs

Up the sky.and I see.comeimg in the

Clouds a baby a plane and a hourse,

I retreat to the city upset I'm alone,

Wanting the sun rise o returning time,

It was beautiful site have the firein eye,

A new.cloud is born.a.silo crossbow,

Behold the angel of fire and.heatlightning,

I am blinded for a moment and then I step,

Off the drainage ditch I Wade the waters,

As. Helicopters fly by nuns.come.to.play,

Too proud to be happy I walk away,

Happyness and love begin to set in,

Yes I see pride is a sin,

Ive been shot by the Cupid angel

1.million love hearts to wood lawn,

A.king will arise restore.honor to a bum

For.my.own.demise... I dance homeless in the rain..

It happened just like that in St Pete on 714711

After awakening to the morning star

The rainbow six lights up the sky

What is a dream?

as fortunate and fantastic as a dream is

it's tethered to more than a being is

it's whatever you think being is

and before you blink, you're seeing it

and before you know, you're believing it

coming into alignment

your self + environment

It happened it the wakeing hours... True story written in poetic format...

I'm sorry if what I said I didn't mean

My life is terrible balance upon a balancing beam

Shifting this way & that way

Changing many moods on a bad day

Entirely consumed from sad-stays

Rain brings gloom & pain brings back mad-hate

. . .

I shudder at the thought of going back

So much so that I might break in half

But I enjoy what little sorrow I find

Inside the cusp of your laughs

I work so much

heat up from gold rush

bust ass in summer grass

sweat, blood, and payment

spent on fun-- fuck savin'

just kidding-- buck makin'

throw it in the bank

pay an artist to thank

as if I'm sayin'

"Thanks for entertainment,"

"here's to your growth."

Forever keep slaying.

i cry

the world is so vast

and full of life

yet i'm empty inside

i cry

sometimes the world cannot laugh

because of the times

and yet my smile is wide

finally, i can breathe again

a life of my own

i can't control yours

so it's yours to uphold

as i travel this road, alone

I've written this new poem. It's called Succubus. Please check it out and give me your feedback. Hope you enjoy my literary attempt.

Also forgot to add some ASCII dicks,

To please the great art simp, Xinxinix.

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I wrote a new poem which is more experimental than the usual stuff that I write. Still, hope you enjoy it.

I wrote a new poem. Hope you enjoy it!

This flows nicely and is very relatable.

crying rn I can't believe this is my first poetry from last year and it's crunge. Pls leave your thoughts for this HAHAHAHA

1880

The late 19th century flourishes the scenery

As nocturnal night penetrates the troposphere in prosperity

Paid hundreds of pennies to a trip around the world

Just to find the damsel he would love and would love him

People say that love is a distraction, weakness

But nor his senses took heart of it

80 days of voyage and dedication

The era of steamboats and horse equestrians brings a tingle

Borders have the chap crossed

Thick and thin, he would not fit in

But he would go through

He can go farther

He can diverse through the delicate pleasurable places to the most devastating landscapes

All for that one ideal woman

A woman wouldn't be the perfect word

But a spouse would be

Days later has he finally stepped foot Infront of the damsel's pure blood red heels

Elaborate she was painted from top to bottom

Had the most genuine smile and emotions

Few years passed, till the day came

"Milady, shall we hold hands and sugarcoat it with a kiss?"

"Oh darling, you've jumped over the moon; of course why wouldn't I?"

"I promise, that we shall begin our legacy here"

No longer was he a bachelor roaming around the streets

Now a fairly majestic young man

If he were to collect memories before he met his dearest

He would call it "The Death of a Bachelor"

I think it's really good!! :0

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the plate is heavy, I'm scheduled already

i want to make it to home plate

absent with absolutely no home base

but I gotta take it steady

make sure my shoes' laced

make sure my dome a full crate

Anxiety in my head used against me

Energy forming, time turning, what am I, depressing ?

Am I learning ? Am I regressing ?

Is what's next more side-stepping ?

I hope not

. . .

Of course not

I've grown from the dirt, a curse, a belligerent friend

I've tried my best, my worst, met a deader than dead end

I've thought I was stuck forever, but turned my life in reverse

Now what do I do when I'm given the life I was birthed ?

I simply grew, I simply knew, better

There was something more there

There was pride and joy there

There was more than just the weather, there was what was in store there

Couldn't snuff out my own fire, but I've destroyed hair

Stress ain't something to admire, but i was formed there

Nothing but to smile and appreciate the goodness

The facts are the facts, I'm lucky to be able to run a mile

And I've gained respect for and from the hood-rich

It's intriguing to say the least

You meet someone society calls a beast

Only to learn there's nothing to tame, only a need to respect the leash

Now I tame myself and craft something I consider unique

I've never seen it done before but these bois are all I need

You don't create a clique, you form a team

What makes it beautiful--is that

And, we're all on the same balancing beam