Isn’t it dreadful, you said, that you have to
Mind the pod, couldn’t take a full shower
More so with malfunctioning Libreview
BG levels bounced up every hour
The NHS has made staff cuts, optimized
The equips for type 1 diabetes
It’s clear enough that controls were relaxed
They didn’t reveal much of details
Some money was saved, some people died
Struggling to manage the faulty tools
For 29 years you’ve been winning the fight
But you lost to hypocrite fools
Who’ll never be punished for hidden crime
And whose crime will be never proved
Isn’t it dreadful, love, for you and I
To belong to this mean humanhood?
You warped my consciousness as a snake chokes its prey,
Being the crayons of my colourless tale meant to be grey,
Once a lonely rope left swinging, now your creeper coils along my way,
A drifting cloud carved by storms finally opens to its long-lost day.
A straight thread now tangles itself into the loops of your thoughts,
Being the spell that breaks open the oldest knots of my hate and curse knots,
Once a lone trunk now splits into paths that rise to make your leaves’ bed,
A lost traveller scorched in heatwave’s furnace finally discovers its shed.
A body consumed by your soil, atom to atom in it,
An exhausted, burning soul dissolves into your gathering clouds as it sits,
Consciousness dilutes in the pure solution of your life,
The last breaths of mine always rest in the veins of your heart’s life.
Severing of ties with our allies.
Court orders blatantly defied.
Plans to privatize, those federal
agencies now downsized..
Green card holders traumatized..
A thousand cuts.
A thousand bleeds.
Our wounded democracy falls
to it's knees,,
Lawyers and judges receive death threats.
Freedom of speech being suppressed.
Deportation with out due process.
Defunding colleges and PBS..
A thousand cuts.
A thousand bleeds.
Our democracy hemorrhages.
Our rights recede, as we
sleep walk into Autocracy...
She speaks in whispers, soft and low..
Yet in your silence, she won’t grow.
She reaches out with trembling hands..
But all she finds is a heartless man.
Her words dissolve, unheard, unseen..
A ghost inside a hollow dream.
She stands before you, bare, exposed..
Yet you turn away.. your heart is closed.
The quiet burns like frozen fire..
Each day a grave for lost desire.
Her laughter fades, her light grows dim..
Wasted, all that love for him.
She wonders if she asked too much..
If love was lost in lack of touch.
Did she demand a world too grand..
Or just the warmth of your own hand?
But silence speaks in wounds so deep..
In nights where lonely shadows creep.
A woman’s heart won’t break in sound..
It shatters where no voice is found.
Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with an unbearable bow
Vulnerable Bones, cracked beats, and broken hurls
Yet, the prayer’s mat, where she cures and curls
Heaviness altogether haunts her innerness
But, believe her brilliance, vanishing faintness.
The old ham smells wrong tonight.
I check the expiration date, masquerading
as an anniversary, but it doesn’t matter.
I fold new slices into my mouth,
the meat is rubbery in my teeth
against my tongue.
It tastes like something borrowed—
a blue memory I want to give back
but can't return.
Words rest on my tongue,
sharp and heavy,
like shattered glass,
aching to spill.
But as they press against my lips,
ready to slice their way out,
a voice pulls me back:
They are not worthy of your fire.
And I pause.
I ask myself—
what’s stronger?
The urge to make them bleed,
or the strength to walk away
and let their silence swallow them whole?
I have in haste
Enraged the paper’s edge
Soft slit of idle pain
Awaits
A dash of sweaty salt
Red dots upon the page
Unmuttered curses
Venom spit
Through gritted teeth
No bandage
Will adhere to finger tip
Lest it hit keys
Before their due
Doth did I try
A bit of Crazy Glue
Thus, am I stuck
In keyboard “L”
Like ancient rivers carved in stone,
These marks tell tales of storms now flown,
Of battles fought when night was long,
Of learning, slowly, to belong.
These faded paths upon my skin
Speak not of where I've fallen, but where I've been—
Each one a chapter, not an end,
A reminder of my power to mend.
They whisper now of distant days,
Of how we grow in countless ways,
These badges of a warrior's heart
Who chose to stay, to make a new start.
Cold cuts carve up a serving style of meat
~ humblest eaters they entreat
We come to experience an array of emotions
Feelings in our bodies, set into motion
Heartbreak and anger, sorrow and fear
These things that bring our eyes to tear
But the thing that kills my soul inside
Is the betrayal of friends, their words pure lies
Nothing can hurt the heart as much
Not even a death by a thousand cuts
So we numb emotions to kill the pain
And continue our lives moving on in disdain
She stopped cutting her wrist
She started cutting her thighs
The lies
"No, I don't cut anymore"
Tell that to the blood on the floor
Sometimes, she hopes
the cut will go to deep
One time is all it takes
But until then
She just fakes
"I'm okay"
She tries to say.
Addicted to the cuts
With the bathroom door shut
Crying on the floor
As the blood began to pour
Her life is rough
She has it tough
Never feels enough
She loves to cut
But she hates it at the same time
She feels her life isn't worth a dime
Hydrochloric acid fell on my hands and my eye
The sharp moon and the terror of the dim sky
It cuts me off with a spun of petals and a sigh
The ink of the pen on my cheeks, then my paper
Then words I didn't smoke in my bathroom sink
A mosaic with feces and the atoms of the universe
Turn your head to the left, then up, then right, are they right?
Individuals lost in time then harden marrow
The sunny hill caresses my ears with headless wings fly
We already feel the difficulty of breathing, where is the co2
The mustard seeds in the fern gardens have crystallized
I'm there for me and then here for you until you burn my skin
It was inflamed under the collar and presented an ugly sight
I am for you until I am as fine dust as pure snowflake
No cut can be made from a rusty blade.
No blade can sever a noble endeavor.
No great divide from a loss of pride,
Your character shines forever and ever.
No peace of mind with an axe to grind.
No one to blame for personal shame.
No place to turn for a failure to learn,
History echoes and calls out your name.
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