This is not poetry
Fear

Fear is not an emotion

Fear is a place

It is here

pure plastic dream

nothing nothing nothing

its a place in the sky

where ions smash

and fear evaporates

there’s nothing but white

white as far as the eye can see

but no people

no one to talk to

just boredom and peace

and useless soft shapes

that condescend you in front

of your very eyes

that’s a place

in the tube of feelings

that’s place

i refuse to be

Forward Thinking Is The Way Forward Not Backwards

It was another lazy saturday night

Didn’t go to the bar didn’t get in a fight

Didn’t go the doctor didn’t take my pills

Didn’t go out looking for any thrills

It’s always the same when I look into your pillow eyes

It’s always the same when I look into your pillow eyes

But it’s never the same

When you look into mine

Close To

Have you ever been

Close

Did you see the pupils

Get lost in their endless killing desires

Because every eye is a trap

There’s nothing that can compare

To being so close you can’t even see anything

Anymore

Lost in a dead ocean

Lost in the core

That’s why I destroy

That’s why I end

Because you can’t ever get back

Whatever it was you pretended you had

I’m Thinking About It

I’ve been thinking too much recently

About nothing significant

About nothing worth caring about

I’ve been thinking evil thoughts

That do not seemy own

But rather are me

I do not control

For I am control

I do not breath

For breath is foreign to me

It’s a beautiful morning

It’s a beautiful day

meet the sun with your eyes

Try and learn to never stay

Fake People

Did you ever look behind the hood

Of your favourite pillow friend

There’s a sharp knife protruding from

Your mouth

So run baby run run run

Until you regret everything

The wind blows through a small town

The girl of your dreams holds a lottery ticket

Like a gun to her head

The Way I Used To Write Vs The Way I Write Now

Forever forget

Forever forget

The pale smears of childhood

All over the flower abyss of your

Infinite future

You could do anything they say

You could do anything

But will I bother?

Rhyming Poem

Fraction

In your soul caused

A chain reaction

You were fucking her from behind

And wondering why this damn grocery store

Is playing “Can’t Get No Satisfaction”

My cocaine heart is equivalent to a shadow feeling

The emotions it expels got stirred into a pot where they shimmer

I’ve got this cocaine heart baby and I’m dealing

Take your raging cloudy eyes and let them simmer

Simmer until it’s evaporates

Until your sitting in the corner

Crying into your lover’s eyes and

Licking a chunk of acetate

The Rusted Cheese Grater

The rusted cheese grater

Sits in wait

Waiting for it’s companion

No one told it

Cheese doesn’t rust

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