Observation:
The times I notice my nails are painfully sharp
Are always also the times I notice
I feel like shit.
They're cut now,
Blunt,
Peeling blue paint,
But the memory of scratches is still sharp on my stomach,
My jaw,
My arm.
False memories.
I ne'er drew blood,
I did,
Yet the sting does not lessen,
The pain does not ease,
The one bright spark in a blanket of dull,
Empty.
Does it keep me alive? -
Does pain keep me alive?
I pray, I pray,
I pray for salvation from a silent god,
Gods above and below I pray to them
Them who do not exist in my head and do not in yours.
So I pray,
Empty prayers from the unbeliever
Uttered into a void.
The prayers stare back at me
Mocking.
They do not believe me either.
They do not believe in me either.
Once upon a time there was a curious child;
That child was not me.
Science taught me the world created itself
Bang
I did not question then and I do not question now.
Bang bang
The world created itself
Will maybe fold in on itself
Gone again.
Gone again,
Created again,
The Buddha's infinite cycle
(A joke).
Haha,
He got me, He did,
Shoved me down the heavenly stairs and really said
Good luck!
Buena suerte, He said,
Bonne chance,
Bonne voyage,
What a load of bull.
Bulldozed fields crushed
By the clouds
By feathers
Feathers that will never fly again.
Crushed fields.
Me.
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i tried: poems from a lost soul
PoetryA collection of sophisticated word vomit I puked up when I got bored. Updates whenever. Chapters ordered chronologically by date penned.
