no one can guess the truth like you but we’re all aware its true intentions so painfully pure yet you yearn for what’s in store
the texpert’s hands are hexed with blue while the jokester pokes at you seven guns go into you and you can be a spider too
everyone’s had their fill but you, everyone’s aware of shrooms certified sink leads way to kinks no more intelligent than a broom
the texpert’s hands expertly storm while the jokester prays for warmth seven guns go into you and you can be a spider too
cannibalistic instincts calling deep within, your eyes are stalling two is four is eight is god is multiplying legs are crawling falling from humility and you can be a spider too
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ii. you can't reap what i sow the same way that i can't sew what you reap I don't keep what it means anyway i just know what kind of flowers you want to see
if you read between the lines, you'll find it's all white and empty, but you say you can get behind just about anything
iii. i think i'm numb and so, so dumb or maybe just happy to be numb and so, so dumb i think i'm just happy.
ii. i can't know all the things you want to say your words fall so fucking steep i just feel what i feel in some way show me how to get it to come back to me
'cause if you read between the lines, you'll see there's space—more than plenty, but i say there's more to grow than poppy seeds
iii. it could be numb and so, so dumb or maybe just happy to be numb and so, so dumb i think i’m just happy
i. i think I'm just happy that it's god's breath that sighs at me when the wind gets sappy those seeds will cry for me all that empty space, and the lies that i perpetuate all for my cremation, where flowers will be remade
iii. they'll grow to be numb and so, so dumb or maybe just happy to be numb and so, so dumb i think i’m numb and so, so dumb or maybe just happy to be numb and so, so dumb.
@riprxnin I think this April might be my first chance to have read your poetry. Your poetic voice confronts some really serious subjects in super direct ways that is sort of unnerving and shocking as a reader which I think is what you are going for. It feels like there's a bit of an "anti-poetry" edge to these too as rather than tending towards what might feel "trendy" or "beautiful" your poems explore what is horrifying and terrible. I think the poem that I was most drawn towards was "the song before this" which had some really interesting sound-devices and then a good use of poetic progression through the different stanzas too.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
