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i have a trifle of cursed things to talk about,
sixty-five dollars
and an illusive blanket of cool air
lying around
hiding inside despicable grudges against enthrallers
taping their mouths
so they never make another sound again
each divinity carved to perfection,
greek statues made from the reflection
cast using a contended conqueror’s mirror
scrape their own liver
to feed jove
and his cogency of maintaining a utopian adobe
with enough practice and intentions as futile as proverbs
you could become them, floating in remorse
another dystopian tragedy from 1984
because dusk falls upon
all the gods at the dawning of the world
concluded and reckoned
by simple stories, unjust and surd
air your skin while you still can,
and go on about your days without a devised plan
to be more than a schoolbook tragedy
or enthrallers none can bear
pick the easiest remedy,
bleed and smear
it all over
letting salvation come slower,
move like a slow go-er
letting the watchers witness
the art you just displayed
as just another well-wishing bestower
YOU ARE READING
| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
