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My blog, where I store those thoughts rattling around my brain |
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Welcome to the insanity of my mind! Please excuse the cobwebs and clutter, I've been meaning to clean the place up a bit... Stop in and read some of my nonsense whenever the mood strikes you :) |
| It prowls the ether of my mind, skulking in my dreams. Thrashing, biting, gnashing, writhing, clawing out of me. Alastor, son and daughter both, fusion of psychic plasm. Grown from a discontented seed Planted in cerebellum. I loathe this creature tenderly, nourished by regret, my cursed scion swells each night, demanding I give birth. It mewls with separate gaping mouths, haunting piteous cries. Below the halo and twisting horns lurk a trio of milky eyes. He speaks with oozing severed tongue spilling scarlet words, She lures, she baits, she imitates voices of those you've heard. They whisper while I'm slumbering, Dear father let us free... I do not dare to unleash that pair upon reality. I fear my head will split open granting an escape. Help me end this torment before their true form takes shape. |
| Hours of existence, Exchanged for a pittance. A transaction benefitting the monstrous amalgamation resting on backs of indentured servants Hand over ownership, relinquish your rights for the brief security that bi-weekly deposits bring, allowing us to limp along each week. The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Blend in, assimilate, obey corporate policies enforcing suppression of expression. Tedious weeks spent, waiting, wishing for privileged days where time is priceless, cramming obligations into that stressfully limited space. Don't question your place, Accept what's been given To ask for more is ungrateful, Face those harsh realities Living to work, clawing for pennies. Brainwashed, convinced, even forced into selling ourselves short. If time is money, we are all disposable cogs in a lucrative machine. |
| Woo me with exquisite letters Crafting a melodic combination For these seven seals of mine. This fervent passion lies locked behind cerebral gates, indifferent to vacuous approaches. Spill out secret cogitations, Wrap me in those reflections, Drinking in your private philosophy. Peel back defenses with ink-stained touch, Reveal the intimacy of wrinkled spines, stacked on subliminal shelves. Arrange your whimsical words, Deciphering the junction of this antithetical nature. Give substance to sweet nothings. Whisper lyrical enigmas, ensnaring this imagination. I long for tender perceptiveness, burning ambitions, heated conversation pressing against amorous lips. Who will solve this walking riddle, Forging my heart's complex key With mere units of language? |
| Leave me curled within this shadowed den, A brown recluse, suspended on tangled web. Be thankful I choose my own company, Lurking below the floorboards of life. Beware these slender fangs of mine. This sensual bite brings toxic torment, Destroying all that dares caress This wandering, vulnerable shell. Pity me not, I was born this way, Made to stalk the eternal gloom. Hunting morsels in dead of night, When the house has fallen silent. Even when I climb to the ceiling, Admiring the splendor of my view, I am always trapped on this surface Clinging to everything that I touch. Don't follow me into the darkness, Forget you saw me scurry past. This elegant violin will play a dirge To anyone seeking my embrace. |
| I was nervous to take that step, Achieving a life long dream, But when I worked up the courage There was no fanfare or celebration In some ways, nothing had changed. I felt no sense of accomplishment. Just an empty realization, Wondering I was to do now. |
| Coffee, that marvelous flavorful bean the slightest aroma makes my body fiend Craving a cup of that liquid black gold I'll sip it scalding or I'll drink it cold. Add some vodka and it becomes Russian Too much can give a nasty concussion. Swap it with whiskey, hey, now it's Irish! Providing courage to fight this virus. I love how it jolts my slow brain awake And gives me a jitter, tremor, or shake. My family thinks I might be obsessed, I say it's all nonsense, give it a rest. You know I've had that quirky twitch, That wide-eyed stare, that nagging itch, Wait, come back here with that pot! Cutting me off? That's what you thought. I have myself a secret stash, In case I have a sudden crash You're telling me you have that too? A desperate plan begins to brew. Now I'm here in a padded cell. Why you ask? I'd rather not tell. But I guess we have some time. It was a coffee-related crime. I scream and shout but it's no use They won't bring me that sweet bean juice I dream of it, always, you see. That bitter, heavenly, warm coffee. |
| Thoughts entangled, mind unfocused, Drifting far from this earthly plane I can't control this mental gravity Pulling me towards a daydream. It allures, ever whispering Showing possible futures, Drawing my eager attention, From the mediocrity of life. My brain warns I should know better Than to let myself be distracted, that hope is a clever deception, And despair is a certainty. But how can I hear those words when I'm a million miles away Lost in the chasm of my mind Thinking about a daydream. |
| I stand before a crossroads Holding a shovel, Covered in mud from Where I buried the dead man He fought with untold fury but I was cunning And slit my throat The man I used to be Now he lies, an unknown grave where the victor stands a blank slate bearing wisdom from another life Limping to the crossroads I forge a new path Scarred from battle Haunted by the one I've slain Rain falls, washing off the mud Baptizing me anew I turn to grey skies Whispering oaths bound in blood A cold hand upon my shoulder His mocking phantom Gurgles you'll never change I smile because I already have |
| I would love to hold on To the memories you gave But all I am doing Is squeezing my heart dry You were brimming with conversation Endless topics flowing so brightly Now I would be lucky for a few words What did I do to earn your silence? I almost felt important For the briefest of moments Before I was tossed back To that voiceless abyss Is this a passing interest, I asked but you couldn't answer Perhaps I should have known I would receive more of the same Couldn't you have warned This was going nowhere Before I packed my hopes and made you their destination? Why let me know you and share blissful secrets If I have to forget all the time we spent dreaming? You did yourself a favor by making me feel worthless But I could have done that without any of your help. I would love to hold on To the memories you gave But all I am doing Is squeezing my heart dry |
So she's traded my love for comfort, gives it all away So much for that happy ending, now you make it clear You've got your options, only one way left to go So I'll follow it down She goes straight, straight for the deep end Doesn't hesitate to dive right in Be careful now, be careful now Be careful, be careful now She only comes to me in my dreams So sleep becomes addicting It's not healthy, it's what makes you right It's not healthy, it's what makes you Hold her strings to haunt my dreams |
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