In all of Heaven
do I hate
how you've come
to occupy the space
within my technology.
My beliefs sit shaky, yet I've found the loophole
on how to keep writing. You?
You... are an ugly thing -- taking up most of my 2016
with insults hurtled at my imperfect mother --
and now you stand there, on the opposite side of me, you fiend!
I don't think the world
needs anymore stepdads
like you... who do...
nothing but play sides
between a suffering family.
One person will feel too burned,
and you may have just drawn your last card
of the night.
Oh, how I do hope you'll return
to play again! I hope you aren't the one
who gets too "burned". No, never you! You're
such a nice, helpful guy, after all. Why...
would anyone think unkindly of those beady eyes?
In my video-card,
your face sits with an uninspired, wise tint.
Does it hurt?
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Sublimations from the Lost-and-Found
PoetryThis will be a collection of my original poetry- Old, new, and still forming. It shall cover all the emotions of the human-condition, or at least try to. Thus, please don't be too alarmed by any angry, embittered, or despairing verses. I hope you en...
