Not So Long Ago IWhenever I daydream I always seem to get caught staring And whenever the twilight pulls in its last breath I tread the sky with my glanceNot So Long Ago I
fretting that I won't hit the stars.
I had the luck that screamed for more Don't wish me good night, Good night.
In those moments gazing upwards, I chose not to cry. But I did. And I flew.
I had the chances brilliant but unused &
UnpleasantriesA settingUnpleasantries
Dark room, blackout, with an an alcohol doused blindfold singeing your irises.
I'll pull off your fingernails, one by one. Together we'll listen to the tear as they peel off the tender muscle. leaving a lonely purple stub.
I'll stick a fork into your nostril and a
syringe in your ear. Can you hear me now?
I'll gnaw off your genitals with my novelty vampire teeth. We're
Legacys Earthsocietal progression, step back - it's societal oppression 'logic and 'science' nothing more than broken appliances that crisp smell, damnit, it's a lie.Legacys Earth
judge, juries and jurors rationality-commonality figments of someone else's imagination cyber-tech lawless and spineless so-called geniuses
decadence and opulence-fake in all sense innocence derivative a laxative for your irises childhood fantasies come alive, reality isn't reality, really
eagles seek justice the symbol of police strength digresssion paranoia Absence of abnormality-stigma status quo?
Violent Remnants Gallerywhere- where am i?(creak.) i, i-i don't understand,Violent Remnants Gallery
i should be home, (there is safety-WHERE?-under the covers)-
crimson, all I see is crimson, crimson blood! Oh God! My life. My life forsaken.
DEAR LORD, WHERE AM I?
The dizzying display of animality. Mother, can you hear me? Pray for me, will it be the end?
Is, is- anyone? out there?
I...am...given. Given to the godless. Collapse.
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A Digital PrometheusA Digital PrometheusA Digital Prometheus
I don’t like the idea of transubstantiation. Drinking my saviour. Should I wet my lips? Take a gulp?
I don’t like the letter ‘t’. They remind me of crosses. No, I don’t want to touch your wounds.
It’s not a matter of disbelief.
But unease. They weep and ooze.
Technology is my enemy. Photographs steal my soul. Blinking lights, On-off off-on. Ones and zeroes. A binary decision.
Bits and pieces in byte sized mouthfuls Communion wafer chips and Mother boards. Wysiwyg
Upgrade. Download. The second coming version 1
2 years later
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I'm a flying monkey and I like your brains.
Mmm. Brains.
-pheebs.
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*livingpoetsociety
~LPSworkshop
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i lived in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity - einstein.
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