Hands of night weave
tender bands of bliss, silken
threads caressing my psyche
βan ultimatum dipped in honeyβ
a siren song in perfect pitch.
Weary, my lips betray me. "#Yes."
Resigned, I lay beset by umbra,
wrapped in oblivion.
#vss365#writing#poetry
dreams burned into my eyelids
bathe my day to day in sepia,
calling me to roll the dice
each night, night into day.
a million faces a million times
estranged, caught between that liminality
I so detest.
to live a thousand times
a thousand times over.
#poetry#writing#art
When 1 +1 = 2,
then 1 + 1 + 1 = 3;
my head need not kiss brick;
cause and effectβ"if, then."
A dollar says it stays
in motion, the redux.
Call it lazy reasoning;
the ancient #overfit.
"Ye shall not surely..."
#vss365#writing#art
#Latent attraction disjointed;
shattered magnets, dipoles multiplied;
βan infinity of contradictions.
Reason mustn't be extradited,
though I forsake all in lieu
of chance to lap at leisure
from that fecund spring
in which I've so delighted.
#vss365#writing#art
They say a picture's worth
a thousand words and you don't
have prosopagnosia
so go onβbehead me.
My eyes, #planaria,
rest deep within those grooves
at the farthest reaches
of your recollection,
so your children's children's
innocent songs will paint
your legacy in brown.
#vss365
There's much wisdom to be gleaned
from a garden left to time.
The #creeper (a subtle thing)
unfurls its coiled tendrils,
serpentile, to climb about
all aged walls and creaking
postsβgreedily assuming.
Unchecked, one may find that shade
has choked a pleasant terrace.
#vss365#art
#Devotion is a fire hook
driven deep,
cauterizing the will
and rendering deadened
all sense of desire.
What's left is a throbbing
keloid, swollen with rage,
dammingΒ up an abscess
of dreams and fetid longings.
#vss365#writing#art
Your presence is noted.
Your intention is heard.
Your oracles are blind.
Your directive is vain.
Your insolence is childish.
Your haughtiness is sickening.
Your babbling is sickening.
Your presence is sickening.
A #citizen of earth, heed me:
We will salt it with black.
#vss365
The spurner of nations
whose trillions, unyielding,
with marching of thunder
met still-nascent man!
A thing to be feared,
which swallows millennia
while drifting at leisure
in the bowels of space!
#TARDIGRADE, KING OF WORLDS
βKING OF WORLDS, TARDIGRADE!
#vss365#writing#art
My #Creative folk,
Y'all ever just nap off total hatred for everything you've ever made? This can't be an isolated phenomenon.
#writing, #poetry, and #art enthusiasts welcome.
Hands of night weave
tender bands of bliss, silken
threads caressing my psyche
βan ultimatum dipped in honeyβ
a siren song in perfect pitch.
Weary, my lips betray me. "#Yes."
Resigned, I lay beset by umbra,
wrapped in oblivion.
#vss365#writing#poetry
Reckon I've rolled them
cursed cubes as many times
as you have days, boy.
(Left, that is.)
They sure ain't divine,
but I've watched many
reap a lifetime of doin'
with one roll.
#satsplat