I'm often annoyed
at how our schedules
play against one another,
and you leave me
in the dust
as I try and reclaim
what I once thought
was everything I had
ever wanted for the both of us.
I put myself out there,
spewing words and letters
in the name of such exertions,
so that I may be a team-player,
but nothing is ever simple, is it?
Such technologies
conspire against me
when I foolishly think
that I can work with the current
work-ethics
that I've come to functionally know.
The world outside,
at least in the 'winter-time',
is one of unpredictability
which doesn't soothe me
and tries to enact traps and tariffs
on my feelings.
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the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
ПоезіяThis is a book of enraged poems. Don't say I didn't warn you! The purpose of this book, essentially, serves as a therapeutic outlet. This is NOT some manifesto, but a place of expression. Feelings of such loathing and hate, I don't believe, should b...
