Trees and Stuff

Red snow laden trees and stuff
Bunnies on road with tiremarks on them
There is a girl in the pond
Floating, bloated and angry

The words of prophets are written on the walls
Of my city, in my blood, with my bones
I am waiting for rapture, or a riot
With my pockets full of stones

All these men want to hug us
Into a corner and keep up there
This is my country. This is my country?
In love and war, nothing is fair

I'll take a walk around these snowed up streets
While the eyes watch and ears hear me
I know they are there, there they are
But I am too afraid to point and see

Alone

If we dream and die alone

What else can you say

About living life alone?

If nice to be in company

Till it gets too much

Suffocating your life force?

There is no power in numbers

When a man fights, he fights alone

Or walks the long road home?

There is shame in seeking peace

When chaos is all you know

Where else can you go?

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Still trying to put my thoughts together.

Irritate Me

You fucking irritate me
Lying, backstabbing scum
Don't you dare instigate me
Cuz now we're just done
You have no mind for honor
You live without a code
Your life is stuck in a limbo
A jealous burning mode
Drown in your own devices
Of hate and angry noise
Bitch on like a housewife
You don't have a choice
This is all you can do
And this poem is my "fuck you"
Die in a ditch
Like the bitch

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More coming!

WE

We are the broken people

The forgotten, unloved ones

Living or just going through each day

Surviving every Monday

We are the liars and cheaters

The fat, the ugly ones

Hiding behind the masks we've created

Armor of words shielding egos we've inflated

We are the haters and trolls

The angry, the addicted ones

We never sleep, always online

Convinced as fuck, everything is fine

We are the curious non believers 

Screaming questions into the void

We have no faith, we can't trust

Our attention you better avoid

We are the lost and shameless

Blinded by ignorance and empathy

We are among you, glued to screens

Slaves to dopamine and our dying dreams

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i miss writing poems. 

The Nothing

There is nothing that hurts
Like being ignored
There is nothing worse
Than being bored
Of everything
When the days
Are a copy
Of a copy
Of a copy
There is very little you can do
Except to keep yourself distracted
From the futility of being alive
Don't look at the truth
It's a fanged monster
Waiting to bite into your conscience
Stay ignorant
It's blissful.

---fin---

Hello Chaos

Beautiful

Noise

Killing 

Choice

Reason

Suspended

Life

Upended

Just 

Chaos

Beautiful

Chaos

The Madness

When the blue light shines in my path

And darkness kisses my ass

I will fall on the jungle floor

And eat some green green grass

Then the grass will get me high

Like an eagle, I'll float in the sky

Look down at petty mortals

Watch them squirm and die

I will not wonder about their issues

Or their pain, anger and hate

Eagle vision will reduce them to ants

Their death a nameless date

Maybe I'll dive when I see a prey

With focus, alertness and madness

I'll kill everything that I see in my path

To make some sense of this mess

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An eagle high on drugs