Long Anhedonia Poems

Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep...

versus being alive 
predicated victory videre licet lunatic
if Trump trumped Kamala Harris
and stole 2024 presidential election,  
(whereat Musk bribed 
significant number of voters
handing out wads of cash)
courtesy underhanded modus operandi
and...

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Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep

Forlorn; bereft of golden
(slippered) opportunities I weep;
Three score and four years
replete with mailer daemons,
hence mindset adrip
with self denouncing expletive filled bleep
unwritten expressed recriminations
wielded upon figurative head of wimpy blip;
decades elapsed at...

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it’s that time of year again.. that time 
were people start to notice I need help 
Around this time of year I get so caught up loving you I forget to love myself
My desires for...

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Dear God, I do not ask for health or wealth. People ask you so often that you can't have any left. Give me, God, what else you have. Give me what no-one else asks for....

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When Alex was tasked to pen eight straight A’s for an animate cause

He adjusted the angle arched forth in awe and anticipated attunement 

Ached with attrition and attributed an array afore attaching amends

  ...

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A is for angry atheist angst
B- you're bleeding bruised broken taking your allowance to the bank

C is for cutting, crimson and crying
D is for daemons, death, darkness, and dying

E is for everything gone wrong in...

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"seen" is through notation
more apparent to our senses
more palpable through
 physical sensations. 
cog rattle the percussions instrument
a modern take on sound
what inspires might to
create
the invention of
make music visible
visually represent music
attempt to visualize sound waves
in the...

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My love, you have been distant and cold

Your demeanor is resistant yet robust

When will your skin feel and your mind unload

When will your eyes open and your veins fill with lust

 

My love, I have...

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I walked the winding way down your memories.
We live in the age of perpetual documentation - 
a blessing for the socially inept.
Every abstract gives insight,
but I crave the full portrait,
you in your every shade and...

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and then there came upon him
a certain nothingness
sadness and anhedonia have taken over
the latter sounding so godly in vain

the blues have become
a dirty synesthetic cacophonia
with emptiness screaming
a gut wrenching noise

a dagger of unkindness
balances at the...

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Her eyes were crystals, with repetitive inner structures and outer sheet faces. They were made of quartz, of almost pure silica.  
 
Her smile was a star in the farthest galaxy. It was made...

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It seems like someone's always dying;
and the tears start rolling down our faces.
It's either suicide or homicide;
it is inevitably deceiving.
Some people would rather be dead than alive; 
so they take their life and we all...

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