supernova second

hate is never a one man job
it takes a village to hate
to hate with a passion, properly
to hate, religiously
hate is never a burst of static
it's the slow seepage that eats through concrete
drop by drop, dripping constantly
doing its dirty deeds behind the scenes
then one day you discover
the drapes have covered it all
the rot has sunk its deadly teeth in
the world is sinking
the world is shrinking
around the edges
it's a soft blur
a trick of light
was that a frown or a smile?
i'm not smart enough to tell
but if the world has to die
if nothing else ever survives
i'll lie to myself in that supernova second
that when you looked at me
you smiled
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It's funny how this one started and how it ended. 

scorpion in a jar

how did it get inside?

that's a tiny mystery

could it get outside?

that's for you and me to see

do you dare take the jar my friend?

the lid is a little loose you see

maybe you can hold it tight to your chest?

and hope, pray, wish for the best

scorpions are not lethal, are they?

most don't sting, but this one may

it's a fucking polite bastard, you know?

so here, take this jar and go

hold the lid and run my dear

you won't make it if you give in to fear

the scorpion is more afraid than you are

to leave the safety of the jar

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I heard the word scorpion in Anger Rising by jerry cantrell, and that gave birth to this poem. The song is amazing, give it a listen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGuJ3tvKgo8

5 AM

It's an absolute shit time
To be awake
When you've not slept
All night
It's all about the perspective
Totally your point of view
If you wake up at 5 AM
It could be super early too
I really should be asleep right now
I'm tired yet I cannot sleep
So I'm standing in the balcony
Like some kind of perverted creep
Watching people wake up slowly
Peeking unwelcome in their life
Checking on domestic violence and strife
My neighbor should really pay attention to his wife
Cuz I can see through the window she's sharpening her knife
5 AM
The world is slightly fucked up
Maybe I should try to sleep again

thirst

drown me in your sounds
up to my ears
till I can't hear
my fears
just a tonal melody
of words in the wind
of words that take wing
the sparrows of sunshine
fluttering in a courtyard
flicking beaks in droplets
but their throats always parched
they drink till they can't fly
with their bellies full of water
but the thirst is still there
never to be quenched
and I've seen these sparrows walk
strutting proudly
with their throats dry as chalk

so late it's early

there is this trick to writing poems

you don't even have to rhyme

i know people who can pound out feelings

with words that cost just a dime

the trick is also a rule

not the kind that you should break

but if you really pay attention

this one weird trick is all it takes

you don't have to click a link 

or go through a paywall

i won't even ask for your phone no. or email

this trick is on display for all

so let's not waste each other's time

let's have it here and right now

the trick is to be naked in your poems

and let the truth bleed out

rip of the mask

your only task 

embrace the fear

just be, here.

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woah.

slow jam / lost poems

the clock is ticking
notime to procrastinate
have got a lot to do
notime to hate
but the itch is still there
to make some mischief
chaos, disorder, mayhem
slow jam, slow churn
relax and watch the planet burn
at the same time i am worried
oh, i am so so fucking worried
for all the poems that slip by
because i didn't note them down
slip through my fingers like water
my hands are wet now
with memories of words
that i will never get back
i could be sad
i could lament
but notime for that
notime

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sometimes, you just don't want to format shit. big milestone coming up for this blog. BIG

hour of the wolf

the only sound right now
is my fingers tapping the keys
the hard drive spinning
the steady whine of silence
when i take a break from typing
all this while my mind is
consumed, immersed, soaked,
in thoughts
feels like i am drunk
when i haven't touched
alcohol
in so many months
(probably a year now)
but goddamn i am seeing double
here i am sitting
in my virtual bubble
sending out signals
to alien entities
that might or might not
exist
but if they do (i think they do)
will they send a signal back?
for i'll be waiting
receivers wide open
staring at the night sky
like a child that doesn't know science
like a child that still believes in magic