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A hat
In the dark of mind
Illuminated by imagination
Is a vacation
An expensive pursuit
Of boredom?
"Experience"
Oh
Thanks
Is experience relaxing?
"No"
Says the dark
By the hat
Illuminated by imagination
"I'm fckd?!"
Why?
"Seriously?! You're talking to yourself at the speed of typing"
In the dark of mind
Illuminated by imagination
Is a vacation
An expensive pursuit
Of boredom?
"Experience"
Oh
Thanks
Is experience relaxing?
"No"
Says the dark
By the hat
Illuminated by imagination
"I'm fckd?!"
Why?
"Seriously?! You're talking to yourself at the speed of typing"
October 3, 2026 at 7:49 PM
A hat
In the dark of mind
Illuminated by imagination
Is a vacation
An expensive pursuit
Of boredom?
"Experience"
Oh
Thanks
Is experience relaxing?
"No"
Says the dark
By the hat
Illuminated by imagination
"I'm fckd?!"
Why?
"Seriously?! You're talking to yourself at the speed of typing"
In the dark of mind
Illuminated by imagination
Is a vacation
An expensive pursuit
Of boredom?
"Experience"
Oh
Thanks
Is experience relaxing?
"No"
Says the dark
By the hat
Illuminated by imagination
"I'm fckd?!"
Why?
"Seriously?! You're talking to yourself at the speed of typing"
All I have left
Are my memories
Of fantasies
I can't take me anymore
If I can't lie to myself
How can I make anyone else happy?
"Fake it till I make it."
What do I want to make?
What do I mold out of fake?
Who do I pretend to be?
What do I pretend to be?
Competent
Confident
Charismatic
#poem
Are my memories
Of fantasies
I can't take me anymore
If I can't lie to myself
How can I make anyone else happy?
"Fake it till I make it."
What do I want to make?
What do I mold out of fake?
Who do I pretend to be?
What do I pretend to be?
Competent
Confident
Charismatic
#poem
August 18, 2026 at 12:13 AM
All I have left
Are my memories
Of fantasies
I can't take me anymore
If I can't lie to myself
How can I make anyone else happy?
"Fake it till I make it."
What do I want to make?
What do I mold out of fake?
Who do I pretend to be?
What do I pretend to be?
Competent
Confident
Charismatic
#poem
Are my memories
Of fantasies
I can't take me anymore
If I can't lie to myself
How can I make anyone else happy?
"Fake it till I make it."
What do I want to make?
What do I mold out of fake?
Who do I pretend to be?
What do I pretend to be?
Competent
Confident
Charismatic
#poem
A poem a day keeps hope
So little
Triggers so much
His sand is washed away
In loss of eyes
Screaming wide
For dreaming
I've lied to myself
Desperate
To blend in
Ignite the normalcy
Extinguish the truth
So little
Triggers so much
His sand is washed away
In loss of eyes
Screaming wide
For dreaming
I've lied to myself
Desperate
To blend in
Ignite the normalcy
Extinguish the truth
August 17, 2026 at 9:54 PM
A poem a day keeps hope
So little
Triggers so much
His sand is washed away
In loss of eyes
Screaming wide
For dreaming
I've lied to myself
Desperate
To blend in
Ignite the normalcy
Extinguish the truth
So little
Triggers so much
His sand is washed away
In loss of eyes
Screaming wide
For dreaming
I've lied to myself
Desperate
To blend in
Ignite the normalcy
Extinguish the truth
There is no perfect
I've pursued hope
Only to come up with the illusion of empty handed
Time and time again
When really
I refused a truth
There is no perfect
There is no hope
Is there nothing to fear?
I've pursued hope
Only to come up with the illusion of empty handed
Time and time again
When really
I refused a truth
There is no perfect
There is no hope
Is there nothing to fear?
August 12, 2026 at 1:11 AM
There is no perfect
I've pursued hope
Only to come up with the illusion of empty handed
Time and time again
When really
I refused a truth
There is no perfect
There is no hope
Is there nothing to fear?
I've pursued hope
Only to come up with the illusion of empty handed
Time and time again
When really
I refused a truth
There is no perfect
There is no hope
Is there nothing to fear?
Why get ahead in life?
It's like cheating to get in first
In the great race of life
Only to cross the finish line of death
I'd rather come dead last
It's like cheating to get in first
In the great race of life
Only to cross the finish line of death
I'd rather come dead last
June 23, 2026 at 2:39 PM
Why get ahead in life?
It's like cheating to get in first
In the great race of life
Only to cross the finish line of death
I'd rather come dead last
It's like cheating to get in first
In the great race of life
Only to cross the finish line of death
I'd rather come dead last
My life has become static
Waiting for the dynamic
Kick
Of familial panic
Dreams crushed
Brushed
Under the hushed
Whimpering of tears flushed
They are insane
Filling bottomless pain
With only loss, no gain
Ticks times grain
Cool, calm
Silently crying
Not drunk
Not dead
Wishing to be either
#poem
Waiting for the dynamic
Kick
Of familial panic
Dreams crushed
Brushed
Under the hushed
Whimpering of tears flushed
They are insane
Filling bottomless pain
With only loss, no gain
Ticks times grain
Cool, calm
Silently crying
Not drunk
Not dead
Wishing to be either
#poem
June 20, 2026 at 4:50 PM
My life has become static
Waiting for the dynamic
Kick
Of familial panic
Dreams crushed
Brushed
Under the hushed
Whimpering of tears flushed
They are insane
Filling bottomless pain
With only loss, no gain
Ticks times grain
Cool, calm
Silently crying
Not drunk
Not dead
Wishing to be either
#poem
Waiting for the dynamic
Kick
Of familial panic
Dreams crushed
Brushed
Under the hushed
Whimpering of tears flushed
They are insane
Filling bottomless pain
With only loss, no gain
Ticks times grain
Cool, calm
Silently crying
Not drunk
Not dead
Wishing to be either
#poem
Craving distraction from boredom
The most unnatural state
Nothing lives bored
Everything lives afraid
And desperate
For a brief orgasm
Followed by more fear
For their children
Nothing lives bored
Everything lives afraid
Except me
Here
Writing about craving distraction
From living bored
#poem
The most unnatural state
Nothing lives bored
Everything lives afraid
And desperate
For a brief orgasm
Followed by more fear
For their children
Nothing lives bored
Everything lives afraid
Except me
Here
Writing about craving distraction
From living bored
#poem
June 3, 2026 at 10:43 PM
Craving distraction from boredom
The most unnatural state
Nothing lives bored
Everything lives afraid
And desperate
For a brief orgasm
Followed by more fear
For their children
Nothing lives bored
Everything lives afraid
Except me
Here
Writing about craving distraction
From living bored
#poem
The most unnatural state
Nothing lives bored
Everything lives afraid
And desperate
For a brief orgasm
Followed by more fear
For their children
Nothing lives bored
Everything lives afraid
Except me
Here
Writing about craving distraction
From living bored
#poem
Turned off the flickering colors
Ears clogged with tinnitus silence
Watching cancer illuminate
Exhaled moments
Brushing sand on the way out
Thank you for turning you off
Thank you for connection
Thank you for laughter
Thank you for beauty
Thank you for the hopelessness of sex
#poem #thanks
Ears clogged with tinnitus silence
Watching cancer illuminate
Exhaled moments
Brushing sand on the way out
Thank you for turning you off
Thank you for connection
Thank you for laughter
Thank you for beauty
Thank you for the hopelessness of sex
#poem #thanks
June 3, 2026 at 10:37 PM
May 28, 2026 at 8:23 PM
Life is to short
Not to enjoy
Picking up dog crap
Like an idiot
Life is to short
So how to enjoy
Picking up dog crap
Like an idiot?
#poem #reflecting #thinking
Not to enjoy
Picking up dog crap
Like an idiot
Life is to short
So how to enjoy
Picking up dog crap
Like an idiot?
#poem #reflecting #thinking
May 16, 2026 at 12:17 PM
Life is to short
Not to enjoy
Picking up dog crap
Like an idiot
Life is to short
So how to enjoy
Picking up dog crap
Like an idiot?
#poem #reflecting #thinking
Not to enjoy
Picking up dog crap
Like an idiot
Life is to short
So how to enjoy
Picking up dog crap
Like an idiot?
#poem #reflecting #thinking
Consent is the whole of morality
You should, but you don't have to
Meditate
Excercise
Learn
Appreciate
Live like you accept the truth:
You're going to die
You can either enjoy life till you die, or you can also help others enjoy life before they die too
#philosophy #poem
You should, but you don't have to
Meditate
Excercise
Learn
Appreciate
Live like you accept the truth:
You're going to die
You can either enjoy life till you die, or you can also help others enjoy life before they die too
#philosophy #poem
May 10, 2026 at 10:51 PM
Consent is the whole of morality
You should, but you don't have to
Meditate
Excercise
Learn
Appreciate
Live like you accept the truth:
You're going to die
You can either enjoy life till you die, or you can also help others enjoy life before they die too
#philosophy #poem
You should, but you don't have to
Meditate
Excercise
Learn
Appreciate
Live like you accept the truth:
You're going to die
You can either enjoy life till you die, or you can also help others enjoy life before they die too
#philosophy #poem
Create
Create
Create
Do not consume
Vomit
Urinate
Defecate
Create
Not hungry
Not full
Bored
Craving
Distract
Distract
Distracted
Consumed
Consume
consume
My dreams
Fantasies
Lies
Hope
Fears
Fear
All I am
All I need to be
To be
I need
To think only of others
Feed them
Create
Create
Create
#poem
Create
Create
Do not consume
Vomit
Urinate
Defecate
Create
Not hungry
Not full
Bored
Craving
Distract
Distract
Distracted
Consumed
Consume
consume
My dreams
Fantasies
Lies
Hope
Fears
Fear
All I am
All I need to be
To be
I need
To think only of others
Feed them
Create
Create
Create
#poem
May 3, 2026 at 2:07 AM
Create
Create
Create
Do not consume
Vomit
Urinate
Defecate
Create
Not hungry
Not full
Bored
Craving
Distract
Distract
Distracted
Consumed
Consume
consume
My dreams
Fantasies
Lies
Hope
Fears
Fear
All I am
All I need to be
To be
I need
To think only of others
Feed them
Create
Create
Create
#poem
Create
Create
Do not consume
Vomit
Urinate
Defecate
Create
Not hungry
Not full
Bored
Craving
Distract
Distract
Distracted
Consumed
Consume
consume
My dreams
Fantasies
Lies
Hope
Fears
Fear
All I am
All I need to be
To be
I need
To think only of others
Feed them
Create
Create
Create
#poem
May 3, 2026 at 1:57 AM
Night has dawned
Sunless sky noir
Pouring rotten juice
Into my acids
Soon I'll practice death
Then fear of living
My hero broken
Drunk on deflection
Horrors refracted
Through rotted acids
Faces change
Everything stays the same
Our tree has bore this rotted fruit fresh before
#poem
Sunless sky noir
Pouring rotten juice
Into my acids
Soon I'll practice death
Then fear of living
My hero broken
Drunk on deflection
Horrors refracted
Through rotted acids
Faces change
Everything stays the same
Our tree has bore this rotted fruit fresh before
#poem
May 3, 2026 at 1:54 AM
Night has dawned
Sunless sky noir
Pouring rotten juice
Into my acids
Soon I'll practice death
Then fear of living
My hero broken
Drunk on deflection
Horrors refracted
Through rotted acids
Faces change
Everything stays the same
Our tree has bore this rotted fruit fresh before
#poem
Sunless sky noir
Pouring rotten juice
Into my acids
Soon I'll practice death
Then fear of living
My hero broken
Drunk on deflection
Horrors refracted
Through rotted acids
Faces change
Everything stays the same
Our tree has bore this rotted fruit fresh before
#poem
The Blood Clock
Mythic
Lost to time and talk of souls
Woah the fools of hope
Who pray to feel the memory
Threading through
Bounding
Rhythmic spasm
Drowning in the rush of sucking life
Blowing death
Pops and crackles of syn-lapses
Missing the blade
Forever cutting
The thread that bounds
#poem
Mythic
Lost to time and talk of souls
Woah the fools of hope
Who pray to feel the memory
Threading through
Bounding
Rhythmic spasm
Drowning in the rush of sucking life
Blowing death
Pops and crackles of syn-lapses
Missing the blade
Forever cutting
The thread that bounds
#poem
April 28, 2026 at 3:52 AM
The Blood Clock
Mythic
Lost to time and talk of souls
Woah the fools of hope
Who pray to feel the memory
Threading through
Bounding
Rhythmic spasm
Drowning in the rush of sucking life
Blowing death
Pops and crackles of syn-lapses
Missing the blade
Forever cutting
The thread that bounds
#poem
Mythic
Lost to time and talk of souls
Woah the fools of hope
Who pray to feel the memory
Threading through
Bounding
Rhythmic spasm
Drowning in the rush of sucking life
Blowing death
Pops and crackles of syn-lapses
Missing the blade
Forever cutting
The thread that bounds
#poem
Opportunity thrown in the garbage
But this 1
This 1 I choose different
I choose a past distraction from the boredom. A distraction where I create!
Something
Anything!
Other than mentally begging for a stimulus to arose or anger and truly uninspire the opportunity that still ticks inside. #poem
But this 1
This 1 I choose different
I choose a past distraction from the boredom. A distraction where I create!
Something
Anything!
Other than mentally begging for a stimulus to arose or anger and truly uninspire the opportunity that still ticks inside. #poem
April 28, 2026 at 2:43 AM
Opportunity thrown in the garbage
But this 1
This 1 I choose different
I choose a past distraction from the boredom. A distraction where I create!
Something
Anything!
Other than mentally begging for a stimulus to arose or anger and truly uninspire the opportunity that still ticks inside. #poem
But this 1
This 1 I choose different
I choose a past distraction from the boredom. A distraction where I create!
Something
Anything!
Other than mentally begging for a stimulus to arose or anger and truly uninspire the opportunity that still ticks inside. #poem
Hopelessness abounds
Joyfully
To the cacophony
Of self righteous sounds
Spiling the telling
Of justice rending
Soul from body
To God's justice unfolding
Merry Christ-miss
This list
Such bliss!
No one nice
So all slice the sun
The son is gone
#poem
Joyfully
To the cacophony
Of self righteous sounds
Spiling the telling
Of justice rending
Soul from body
To God's justice unfolding
Merry Christ-miss
This list
Such bliss!
No one nice
So all slice the sun
The son is gone
#poem
March 18, 2026 at 4:33 PM
Hopelessness abounds
Joyfully
To the cacophony
Of self righteous sounds
Spiling the telling
Of justice rending
Soul from body
To God's justice unfolding
Merry Christ-miss
This list
Such bliss!
No one nice
So all slice the sun
The son is gone
#poem
Joyfully
To the cacophony
Of self righteous sounds
Spiling the telling
Of justice rending
Soul from body
To God's justice unfolding
Merry Christ-miss
This list
Such bliss!
No one nice
So all slice the sun
The son is gone
#poem