Sometimes I’ll rouse, in darkest night, to a twilit form, bending over me, so closely we’re sharing the same still air. I never startle, I somehow know, even before I’m completely awake, that it’s not mortal.
This malevolent force stalks time worn halls like disease. It thrives on inertia and stress, it drinks in fatigue like a vampire devours blood and slowly chews on fragile-hopes until they’re desiccated and smell like rotten flesh.
This death like thing waits for each of us, in tedium, as danger hides in shadow - growling with sullen impatience to smother us.
It’s name is failure. Sometimes, I’m so afraid.
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ps, I write short stories too
Categories:
tedium, feelings, halloween, teen,
Form: Free verse
My palette is empty
after over-busy school
and tense homework.
By the time dark night
staggers onstage, sleep is my
longed-for, sexy muse.
I’m greedy for sweet,
numb sleep or perhaps to dream
love-flushed fantasies.
Categories:
tedium, 11th grade, fantasy, homework,
Form: Senryu
Terminal toxicity
A terrifying takeover on everything tangible, using tactical techniques to trigger temporal turbulence
Taking its toll, its trueness be told through the turmoil trampling and transmuting in silence
Tainted and tantalized by televised thought-crimes as the tumors thrive
Tarnished by treasonous transmissions
Tongue tied and troubled by teachings of off topic trash and theories that failed time after time..
Trial after trial..
Trickery to tilt you towards their tectonic trap
Textbook Typical
Trivial taboo most turn their heads to
Though I stand troubled among the transfixion, a traitor to the system with a thorn in his thigh
Still teething under this trance trying to triumph over the tallest tribulations and transcend
Trekking past tiptoeing tombstones
Thirsty for truth as the trail thickens
Categories:
tedium, corruption, culture, leadership, perspective,
Form: ABC
The Tedium
The bay of Cascais looks like a mass produced painting,
azure sea, flying seagulls and anchored ships just as
it was when last time I was here…a sunny day in May.
Ah, this ennui, if clouds would alter a little and don´t be
so static I will take new Interest in my surrounding and
don´t feel so jaded as I felt when a famous general fell
flat on his face when caught lying to his wife and having
an affair with a woman craving fame at whatever cost.
Who is going to buff up the general´s many medals now?
The answer is not in the picture card bay, which today
looks like yesterdays where ruined careers come to rest
and their historic insignificance is forgotten.
Categories:
tedium, allegory, passion, sad,
Form: Sonnet