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Ode To A Coward

Ode To A Coward


I see your greedy smile/
It gets my heart beating wild/
Egregious tyrant/
Sleeping mindless/
Believe me I just/
What to see you writhing/
On the ground deeply sliced in/
A few pieces piled in/
A receding flight bin/
To be released at my sig-/
Nal, relief will find me/
Singing lively/
Instead of weeping nightly/
Because my knees are wiping/
Invisible/
Windows full/
Of torment while buckling, preach that fiery/
Pits await this beast inside me/
Left by your discreet enticing/
Of my innocent belief in times we/
Were separated/
From the rest, you decimated/
My head and safety/
With stress and anger/
My pen and paper/
Would step and make the/
Ordeal better when I grew upset and pained cause/
The wind demonstrated/
A new direction, I'm led astray just/
As I said I made it/
Past obsessive hatred/
Cause there are days that/
I want to take your chest and cave it/
In, ventilate it/
With a bent serrated/
Knife, I was devastated/
Days melt and fade when/
I'm caught in the …

Imagine

Imagine


Let that flower blossom/
In the midst of dour problems/
Down to call them/
What they are, sour rotten/
Banners calling/
For the standard falling/
Sky, shouting all the/
Ears off the world, surrounding bossy/
Hounding thoughts we/
Cower softly/
From, take a commanding posture/
And wave past the drama/
Of collapsing dollars/
And static parlor/
Tricks/
Too thick/
To stand at all when/
Passion's strong winds/
Make them collapse and topple/
Fashion, Prada/
Contrast with modern/
Financial/
Shackles on a/
Combatted fauna/
Of others like food stamps and condoms/
Imagine all the/
People holding ransoms on the/
Random costs of/
Intellect/
And disconnect/
From this blasted construct/
We sacrifice to/
As ashes blind truth/
Dash behind youth/
To buy your master's nine new/
Matching fine suits/
Getting plastered like glue/
On the weekends/
To release spent/
Energy and free them/
If only for another unanswered night to/
Be a disaster flying/
Under the radar of your tragic bindings/

Creative Writer

Creative Writer


Inspiration/
Isn't native/
To me, though I'm quick to tame it/
Or at least limit savoring/
It when it visits aiming/
To kick me greatly/
In the middle lane of/
My forgetful brain to/
Quicken pacing/
For my writing, simple training/
Is a little racy/
And leaves me wishing greatly/
For a real replacement/
For this crippling anguish/
We deem the daily grind/
I'm staging my/
Coup and staying right/
Here with angry might/
And aiming like/
A scathing hyped/
Gunslinger aiming high/
When noon claims the sky/
Complacence dies/
And patience thrives/
As I take my life/
Back from lazy tithes/
To the deity of shameless dives/
Into basic lines/
Rank and file/
Claiming titles/
Leave you parading, climbing/
Ascending better than a creative writer/
We're safe and gliding/
Over these hated sirens/
Beckoning to repay our plying/
Labor each day with mindless/
Control, just be brave and sign this/
Contract, be a slave with blinders/
Produce, sing great, we'll pirate/
Y…

Darker Days

Darker Days



Nervous and eager/
Am I deserving of beatings/
For the hurt I've unleashed on/
The most perfect of creatures/
I'm certain I need to/
Forgive myself because this sermon is weakened/
I'm not an uncertain defeatist/
And I'm learning to swing at/
Impermanent leanings/
Churches and greetings/
Have worked but I'm needing/
Something to burn all the reasons/
That I can't curb with an evening/
Of working and dreaming/
The current relinquished/
Me but I'm back, swerving and weaving/
Cursing and screaming/
Returning to evil/
Ways, like bursting on scenes with/
A metal curvature gleaming/
Over my knuckles, lurking and drinking/
In shadows, surly and weeping/
I'm surely a demon/
Perched and I'm seeking/
New ways to degrade myself/
These pains I've felt/
Refuse to be hanged or shelved/
Days will melt/
Into their greater selves/
The anger pelts/
Me crazed and jailed/
In my own mind, I've repaid my debt/
But remain affect-/
Ed by this strange r…

Alone, Not Lonely

Alone, Not Lonely









I've never understood why people are so petrified of the idea of eating alone. We all have insecurities, and I am far from perfect, but I'm comfortable with myself and know that, save for a select group of friends and family, I naturally prefer the company of an engaging book, powerful podcast, or my own immersive thoughts to the forced companionship of another human being.

I can recall on command the awkward social dance that begins whenever I'm caught out in the wild, entranced by a novel, only to be casually approached by an acquaintance who feels that they are fulfilling their unwarranted social duties by sitting with me. Unwilling to be a dick the vast majority of the time, I begrudgingly accept, and am immediately and involuntarily wisked away into the collective cancer we all know too intimately. I speak of course of that dreaded ritual, small talk.

Please inform me as to why, rather than strolling relaxedly around Walde…