Poetry

Poster child for abortion Distortion loves its own appearance Perfection greets itself with contortion A reflection twists from painted interference What nature aims to imply But afterbirth is more than baby's worth Concrete from the cradle, rock-a-bye A selfaware mirror, vainglorious curse Asking each one itself, not assured In the glass it asks of blemishing questions Things inquired of a light, impure Perils in the fear of incorrect reflections Light shone upon an image of superficial vanity Displayed as mutually as it's seen To be or not, feigned grandiosity Mirror gazing sheer Insanity, black spleen.

I can't feel it anywhere else but bones Or that hollowness in my gut Where minor inconveniences are grown Like in a garden i don't know what But i do know enough to be self aware And as a result grief stricken Life always told me it didn't play fair And i get sick at how the plots thicken Mountains made from mole hills When I'm run away with my thoughts I know better but still Let myself go on to nothing, distraught Spiraling out for i am motionless Rooted in an inherent haze of indifference Cultivars of my devotion has A harvest withered for my limerence

An increasing sense of being made stationary The familiar anxiety of i am stuck af My mobility inhibited by the force to impair me Violent bewilderment off my guard outta touch And with each minute passing I lose my sense of what makes sense I must be losing touch, unlasting Like I'm being made to exist in a past tense Some things are worth dying for If I'd have been capable enough to hold on A dessication of my denial in store Every note off its pitch, in controlled wrong Something else is directing this narrative And its made sure I'm hanging off a cliff I'm overrun by uncertainty, reaction imperative All i can do is sit still without will for lived As if I've stared at a gorgon on directly eye level I can't ever figure out,  but laziness here is all too clear and obviously some devil Ossificating but panic creating me statuesque Not out of bone but solid limestone overtaken Can't flee nor fight back, im frozen for distress The sudden blindness of spotlit ...

Mine is an aura of filth A temperament of self disgust Out of dirt, the empire's built Speak of it only if you must And ill be there to hear the quiet Silence that speaks is the worst Excuses just too weak to justify it Enough is always enough, first 1st Fabricated in excess and torsos burst From cardiomegaly, among splayed cage I'm wrists deep in the thoracic autophage I'm tired of cradling my heart in thorns My wellbeing is irrelevant, tattered and torn I'm not sure if anything, certainly do not know It's irrelevant and more than i can show The deepest depreciation I am the vileness i deserve my hate And probably yours at the insinuation Never mind the other better state... So self aware that i have been irate Nothing gets past this one The deepest contempt i could contemplate Nothing new underneath the sun.

I feel so tired 😫  fucking stuck A truth admired Pushing my luck It feels cold here A clammy damp across my skin Hesitant to make it clear I'm unclear if I don't begin I'll never make the cut But goddammit how i ache This is complicated but I'm privy to what's at stake Aren't i aware? Treading territories unknown Tried but i don't fucking care Lies I'll have to spin alone And all alone are spun Each a strand in arachnid web weaving The truth can't be told from which one A top down stereotypical meatcleaving...

Fidget spinning like a rodent on a wheel. Pedal to the metal and going nowhere. The perfect time to panic, a break in the seal  Equality within actions, equilibrium in despair. An indifferent baseline, Basic lines of apathy. An allegation of hard to define. The accusations are a tragedy. Perpetrators of the circumnambulant. Cycles of/for perpetual guilt. Cognition empty of all but dissonance. The whole of the law, do as thou wilt. And thou will eat shit in circles, And everything else the same. A rhyme close enough to purple. By happenstance, all this has a name By chance perhaps, with luck. These oroboroughs, I'll forget. A misremembered winged fuck That flew away into the sunset...