Defeated

The walls are white and so is the ceiling. I can guess the sunshine and the blue sky through the grey shades.
Cherry

Sticks and Stones

Ok, so I admit it, I am partly responsible. But I didn’t lay one finger on them, I didn’t murder them. They just listened.
Cherry

Scrap CH THREE part 11

Scrap CH THREE part 11

responsibilities of “citizenry”

blanket statements are always made, be they flippant or completely genuine & until the AI”s get their bugs worked out (upon a time far in the non- nuclear-war future), no doubt

two liars

once there were two liars sitting across from each other in a space that neither added to the conversation which they’d been having, or took away from it---

all the followed

imagine if all your heroes, all your idols, all your “spiritual leaders,” who have supposedly written books (or had books written for them/ by them), whose “lives” have

The Solitary Life

I seem to have no qualms With the solitary life Enjoying the sweet conversation of silence, The peaceful echoes of nothingness. I do not fear the trek alone Through neither dark nor light

Dance

A brief poem on holding on to grudges and the relief felt of letting go.

A place they call home

Rubber on the road Blood on the tracks I'm in the same town as my bed

Is That You Santa Claus? (bedtime stories for the child inside)

A stranger up a chimney. Could it really be Santa? Or, just an insane man with an eating disorder. A happy tale of friendship and cannibalism. Ho! Ho! Ho!

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