Hospital ShoesShoes The only visible sign of life In a sterile Emergency room, hospital bedHospital Shoes
Adult cradle with steel bars I choke on air With wide eyes watch Sneakers of every color and style
Needles sleep in my skin Their drool dripping Ever so slowly with measured precision Extinguishing spirit
Shoes Trundle past without
Considerations for bodies behind Shower curtains floor to ceiling
“How you doing, Bob?” “Living the life.” “Hey aren’t we all?” A woman, aged 68 years, goes flat-
Cut it. Print it.Cut it. Print it.Cut it. Print it.
I am not an artist There is no poetry in me. I’m just a cage of hollow bones, gushing blood, clogged arteries and electrons.
I am black and white Things are real if I can touch them. I hate mirrors for the images they throw back into my irises. I reach out to touch the wan epidermis I perceive. My fingerprints smudge the once pristine glass, etched in oils most hominid.
I touch myself And feel every bump and imperfection of my birth. For the most part I am glad for the all too anthropomorphic flaws. They give me a grip on the feeble lariat connecting me to a commu
The Darker Side of WonderlandThe Darker Side of WonderlandThe Darker Side of Wonderland
I am living in Wonderland and I don’t like the view
There’s something about this half real existence that I can’t get my heart to do
I dance as the Mock Turtle instructed but I can’t seem to master the steps
My paper heart caught fire long ago and now Musty ashes try to keep a beat
The queen is shouting to cut of my head I would, if I could find where I left it
I’m playing by the rules of the game and I Do understand that I’m meant to lose
The flamingo and he
Broken BetrothalsBroken BetrothalsBroken Betrothals
I see in your eyes A lusty demise Too bloody to describe
You’ll fall again and never rise To this sycophantic lullaby Drifting asleep with these fallacies in your head
Two black eyes swollen shut To all the truths that bleed you In your mind you’re beautiful
Inside and out Mirrors stand at the ready For the face that doesn’t want to lose
Blinded to yourself Let it all hang out You sit and wonder why The sky doesn’t fall for you
You sit and wonder why It’s all falling round you
This Band Will Change Your Life
Artistic
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"I am the dream captain, coming to take you away, into the forest and out of the foggy lights" - Quintron & miss pussycat
"I saw God the other day, by the river on a rainy afternoon. He was helping a kitten that was left all alone." -Mamimi Samejima
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~Reality was invented by people without imagination~
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God give me strength
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A stitch in time mucks up the space-time continuum.
Clicking this link will give you superpowers*.
*May just be a very sneaky way to make you look at my page. But probably not.
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Do cats eat bats?
Do cats eat bats?
Do bats eat cats?
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