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fakeee
05:22
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lifeless on the floor until they pick you up to play...
you - shiny, unnatural, unfeeling, untethered, light in weight and purpose
strew filling, obstructed the the view from all the pretty worlds they've manufactured
are your limbs sewn on by thread,
and will you severe them til all that's left spills out on the floor?
nothing to rot, a synthetic head's
immune to brain decay yet
seams will let and stuffing overflow
stale, stagnant you remain
unchanging... but does it feel the same?
you're too late
imitation man
a late human
processed core and imitating thoughts impersonating humans
like the plastic bottle in the woods shrub
you're a reminder of the neighbor's incessant love of the litter
that won't fade with the forests decay
you won't fade with the forests decay
you've become frayed/'fraid of your sleek, insensate skin
forged by thinner threads that can't withstand
all the strain of life
now you tear and you tear but there's no nerves there
you're too late
imitation man
a late human
processed core and imitating thoughts impersonating humans
maybe there was a creator
and maybe that creator
forgot to put an organic thought in your head like she intended to,
came back to mend it to find that
you're full
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mopey :(
05:28
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gold speckled eyes and freckled nose
familiar
in the throws of comfort lies the still foreboding movement
bury the unfulfilled
watch as the ground is tilled
and wait for some recovery
I've outgrown those yellow laughing faces, the kitchen games and braided nights
they're buried below the willow
with songs from when the water shown with her
stunned in the aftermath to find
she lingers
on old wine stained fabric, hands on shoulders try
to face me forward
rest now these sandy feet
where algae pond and soft dirt meet
to will her from the water
he bellows "let go!! stop wallowing!!! it's unbecoming"
but my home's the willow
and I relish in its weeping
follow the trail he's cleared
warding away the tears
and further from her remnant warmth
"I'd thought you'd have outgrown those mellow mossy mud baths and self indulgent tunes!
the creek flows a stone's throw away;
go and wash yourself of this"
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re:
04:24
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to summarize the premise of his argument,
we will know him someday
we will know him someday
legitimize the vacancy through reticence
we will know him someday
we will know him someday
but I don't know a Darkness of my own
I won't go the dark path to his throne
the spinning Closeness - still.
the voided voices - mush.
liken the All to Nothing
just to negate our wanting
unending time of waiting helpless, patient
as we hopelessly pray that
we will know him someday
capitalize on poetry heaven sent
what a small price to pay if
we'll know him someday
but I don't know a Darkness of my own
I won't go the dark path to his throne
the spinning Closeness - still.
the voided voices - mush.
liken the All to Nothing
just to negate our wanting
liken the All to Nothing
to make it all worth something
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perturbed :0
04:36
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when the sidewalk spins to greet me in a nosedive walking 4th st
my quaking bones guided to a splintered wooden bench by heroic arms warding off the concrete
while a perfect sky confuses the scene, my throat is choked and cannot reply
to a surprised but sweetly offered "what's on your mind?"
and that's..."fine"
but
the glowing orb of life warms us
here will bake a great divide
invisible from all but one angle
clear from here but not from there
i try to jump and miss, and on the edge of his world i dangle
see me as i'm suffocating, a glass vase filling up with steam
triangles of my shattered body he'll tenderly collect and piece
but i'll turn the shard around
and try to fracture him
but he only bleeds
when the carpet by his bedside binds this balled up body bawling
so grossly dampened by the floods of discontent, hear the muffled patient questions he's calling
visions of mercy killing, silently severing forever
a cup of tea, kiss on the cheek, exquisitely kind eyes make me think better
see me as i'm suffocating, a glass vase filling up with steam
triangles of my shattered body he'll tenderly collect and piece
i'll turn the shard around and try to fracture him
but he only bleeds
clear to opaque,
with sudden weight
a cracked cup overflowing
grating on a bare mind
breathe, breathe back lucidity
don't leave but leave behind insidious ideas guised as profundity
see me as i'm suffocating, a glass vase filling up with steam
triangles of my shattered body he'll tenderly collect and piece
but i'll turn the shard around and try to fracture him but he only bleeds
these words will make
the sharp blade blunt
and though these hands are brave,
they're tender
he only bleeds
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