Tag: poem

The myth was a good one

I was so much happier not knowing I could have gone without knowing Your troubles, your thoughts The mushiness and softness of your constitution They all leave me despondent I cry for I wish I didn’t know The myth was a good one I could have been happy […]

Go to sleep wretched fingers

Those wretched set of fingers Twisted and bloodied From bearing false witness Pained and bruised Like an inflamed ego flapping in the wind Oh they have cramped Bearing the weight of empty noise Those wretched set of fingers Pointed and shouted Should have been long muted Were allowed […]

I’m done 

Done with your lies Your ego trips Your disingenuous sighs Done with your false morality And manufactured outrage And bully eyes pushing an evil duality Done with your smirk Which you try to pass as insight But just come off as a jerk Done with your condescending bit […]

Can you give me your hand now? 

  It may seem daunting Like everything is dark Everything is dismal Pulling you in deep Imprisoned in a dungeon Certainty is dead And time delayed Tired and disturbed Nothing feels doable Toxicity fully draining Looming residual danger Nothing seems digestible But it’s just a moment In a […]