Monday. ;)

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Sigh.

Sigh.

Ok.

Ok. Ok.

Tired. Happy. Funny.
Sunny. Tired. Happy.
Smiley. Happy. :)
Happy happy :)
Ok. ;)

Monday. ;)
Yes. Yes yes.
Ready. Happy 🙂

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YAS! Fired up. :)
Come at me ;)
Monday. ;)

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My wardrobe

I open up my wardrobe
And look at what’s that I should wear today:

  • Part of my sexuality on the lower shelf
  • Secret desires hanging on a peg
  • Childish naïveté looks at me with bright colours
  • A brooding mess, well hidden in the back
  • Used bandages, my parts still aching when I see them
  • False hopes still piling up with every year
  • Some of my worst habits, still in daily use
  • Faces of people I don’t really want to be
  • Homely attire of complete neglect

So many choices to be made, and yet
There’s not a single one that seems to fit
Am I really just a single person?

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In retrospect

Sometimes I look at my poetry
And read it like an open book
Each word, each sentence tells
A story
Each marks a path that I once took

And I can’t help but wonder
Do others see the same I do?
It feels like I have poured my soul
Out there
So do the others feel it too?

Some stories rhyme and indicate a pesky mood
Other less so, being philosophical in nature
In this part; purely experimental
In that part — crazy, even mental
Another part: naïve and immature
The fourth one in pretense of something new
And further on, mistakes I cannot bear
Some parts where I no longer care

Yet mostly those filled with nostalgic longing
A state of mind encoded in the lines
A place of refuge where my consciousness takes
Solid form
Atoning for its crimes

And though some poems show the times
Quite troubling to my face
More frightening still the ones
Where none take place

For that is when come forth
The periods led by creative absense
And aimless thoughts do not
Take shape
But are pure nonsense

CHAOS

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Autumn leaves

With weird illusions overwrought
I didn’t dream about this, but thought
What if dead leaves were rising from the ground
And trees were shrinking back and down
And drops of rain shot up to form a cloud
That scattered into pieces, thunder rolling loud
What if being young again were not a crime
What if we lived backwards in time

The reason to these thoughts there’s none at all
But having summer come after the fall

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Eternal Love

You were so nice to me
And made me tea
You smiled brightly
And I felt so free
You loved me
Ah! and I loved thee

And to preserve this fact
A touch of fine white powder
Escaped my fingers
And dissolved, much like some sugar
Into the Holy Grail
Which I then pressed against my lips
And kissed

And as the poison dire
Lit my all veins on fire
And by the colour of my eyes
You had begun to realise
I was about to die
The rumpled agony on your face
Pure disbelief and panic, dread
Brought me the deepest pleasure
In my latest moments

You loved me
Ah! and I loved thee
May our love last
Eternally

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This poem was requested on Fiverr
and was released in the first issue of
Ominous Magazine.

Order your own poem to support me!

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So much in common

We have so much in common! Yes, I swear!
You wear clothes — and that’s exactly what I wear!
You’re speaking English, that’s my language too!
Though I am just a human — so are you!
We both possess a great amount of wit
And both use toilet paper when we take a shit
My eyes can see you, and your eyes see me
Our meeting, was it meant to be?

We’re sometimes working, both of us
Sometimes our cars break and we take a bus
Oh, you don’t have a car? Neither did I
Before I bought one, you should buy!
Or maybe I could sell, but either way
We’re growing samer every day
We’re like two drops of water, you and I:
I say hello, you say goodbye!

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