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I _ _ _ _ MY MOM...I hate my mom for being stupidingly softhearted
I hate her blindness
I hate how she sees the "good" in people who are just evil
I hate how she forgives even if betrayed again
Only to forgive yet again
I hate how she sacrifices for someone not worth it
I hate that she cares so much
I hate how she worries about someone
who is not even worried about her in the slightness
I hate how she continues to support someone
who failed her a thousand times
I hate her warmth
and her brightness annoyingly blinds me
I hate that she is that kind of a mother.
I hate her really hate her really really hate her!
But most of all I hate myself for being hateful
For being cold hearted,
For being stubborn,
For being selfish, and self-centered
And for loving her despite of that
I **** MY MOM
me, myself, and iRENeI miss me
The lost me..
The old me
The simple me
The shallow me..
The innocent me..
The child in me..
Where are you?
Where am I?
Can you find me?
Or shall I find you?
Will I ever?
A world where I scream
The infinite words of silence
Where no one hears
Yet they understand
Where people walk
Upon their eyes fall behind
Speak this world where
Only I know
I can't comprehend
This meaning of this
An everlasting mistake
As my days become my nights
My nights become days
I realized time sleeping
In the depths of nothingness
What do I do?
What do I have to do?
To make things
Things on my mind
Be like those of numbered alphabets
Leave behind the baggage
I didn't even know what's inside
Or go on and move forward
For things that may come but hide
Seek what is time?
Or seek what is in front of me?
Find me for I am lost in the darkness
Blinded by light
Eyes on me
Stare and love me
Why don't you see?
In my eyes I want to be
I like you
But do you?
Twisted in the arms of somebody
parasitoidsit wasn't all that long ago when
dust jacket dragons still died of consumption
when electric myths still spiked
the swirling mysto
and we hadn't yet promised ourselves
to the most watched mannequins in the arcade
but hollow cities have stolen ours fangs
built from pre-plotted points and cut out
all that "stuff" in the middle
and those things that "infect" us
>>> parasitoids and host vectors
wherever the gonzo is goingwe've rediscovered ourselves
hugging the lamppost and screaming polemic indignities
"who threw the rock?"
"we caught the teeth!"
this bravado an asinine secret to keep
from the gerund ...
(we once lived in a building we've been living to re-build)
but now we hover wherever the gonzo is going
dodging indolent beasts with their
and drowning in it -
the transient nature of things
lullabies for the paralyzedparasites' plaything ---
this is stormy weather space
where lost vectors find bone
much more easily than land
where we hide from high tides
on our pulpits absolving the sea from incursion
and chastise mollusks for trying
to take themselves with us
in our bonds of kinetic aggression
in the ugly corners of our human hearts
there's a cabal still debating
last week's peeled potatoes
and the toy dolls in the attic
adding two and two to get one
ripe for re-enlightenment
we were given keys to the fuming abyss and we launched
our messiah straight into
In my DreamsThat crystal sunrise, oh so pure,
The flame of my heart that does light my world.
In life I labor, in dreams I soar, in light all is one once more.
Return now, to this place of worship,
The light of the crystal sun to guide your way,
So that none be led astray.
Rising ever higher,
Till I can see all the world,
And feel the glory of the sky.
O dream of white, release me,
And now I sleep, peacefully.
McManga McToon to Sketch a Mayfly DroonI tap up my touch screen in the year of grouch 2thou n 4teen
Bad I am not so in the how-are-U? department, dear Cindy blox.
in the detremble zone
I took in the morning star
n went a good 13 mil
beyond safe doze
of the sugar free zone
sitting at the back
of a class A day
going whiter than a dead hemlock
in a weather
which is at record performance
my lungs my death grails
cup up the cool black loch
n auld ghostie nessie horse
with er water proof I pad
drawing McMangas of
white forked creature in
the blue behind the mirror
0/3 - we rarely ever meetit's as if a horse
kicked you in the chest
and instead of a dented cage
you ribs flew out
right from your back.
this is what i need,
the hollow shoulder blades,
the fresh air when i move
and when i stop,
lie on the concrete.
i like getting close to things (and people),
then leaving them,
but the intervals differ.
fundamentally this is life
and never the return.
we may meet after goodbyes,
but we'll never go to the same place.
Il y a des toiles de lumiere sur Saturneje veux manger des cerfs courant sur les étoiles
fievreuses ; la nuit on crie au scandale - il y a des morts sur les fenêtres
et on ramassera les danseurs dans les halls des aéroports
celestes ; brûler les souvenirs des technologies nouvelles dans les fours
en Pologne. Il n'y a de salut que pour les sauterelles qui
chantent les louanges du Seigneur se cachant derrière des millénaires
il y a une amertume rouge qui coule dans les veines des intrépides
couleurs de temps, à se réaliser inutiles, esclaves entre deux rêves
d'enfants qui ne voulaient pas voir le soleil se rouler sur le ciel
I am HERE...yet to be FOUNDI AM HERE, yet to be FOUND
I feel lost; I don't know what to do.
I don't know what I am doing.
Or if there's anything worth doing
I'm here in the end yet I am just beginning
I want something more
I know I'm meant for something greater.
Yet it seems that my hands won't reach it.
And every time I think about it
I feel a hole in my gut,
that's telling me there's more to life
than just being THIS an irrelevant stone
waiting, just waiting to be found
waiting to be polish
hoping, just hoping that I would come out
as a precious as I was born to be
or even more precious than a diamond
Is this enough?
Is this ALL OF IT?
I feel like I'm gasping sand in my hands
It is slowly slipping away
The more I hold on to it, the faster it slips.
But the lesser hold, the greater probability,
that the wind blows all of it
What do I do?
I lied when I said "Let it go."
Because I know I can't
Because I know I won't
But time can tell
I secretly hoped I would be not just so
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