The publishing and media industries peddle to our sense of sympathy and morality in desperate attempts to not be absorbed by their competitors. They accomplish this by keeping company missions in line with the majority opinions on various social media platforms. Everything about our lives, down to our opinions, is actively being collected and sold by data harvesting corporations. Our way of thinking is up for sale.
mental health
Red (a narrative horror epic)
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
Us
Sick with despair Sick of this anger I can barely Stand the sight of you And your ungrateful face So I smack it Just hard enough For a little satisfaction But you merely recover And spit in my eye So I wipe it slowly Like a hunter Just enough motion That the prey Does not … Continue reading Us
Did you like that?
Ah, so this is it, What you wanted after all. Not the reassurance of a friend, No songs, no words, no calm. You sought no warmth, no comfort, Not the pull of an embrace. No safety, no security, Nor the sunlight on your face. Not a car, not a house, Not even a new boat. … Continue reading Did you like that?
You might have saved me
Biting cold saps the fight from my limbs, currents toss me and I tumble, sucking, drumming, gasping, thrumming. In brief I am anchored, the tumult rushes around me. “Are you okay?” Those words lost to years. I knew better than to reach back or close my aching fingers, you might fall in. So I push … Continue reading You might have saved me
Have Your Heart
How often Did you harden your heart, And turn from the pain, When bearing the weight Became too great? ~ How many times Did you cast aside A piece of yourself, And leave it behind, Just to keep moving? ~ How many endings Did you cauterize? How many crossings Have you set aflame? Just to … Continue reading Have Your Heart
Again, Again (a poem)
Tread from one room to the next, The cold seeps up through bare feet, Wrap myself in a blanket of numb, And crave the promises of lost sleep. ~ While misfortunes fall in piles, Mangled for conveniences, I pace under portals and over tiles, Mill my back teeth to pieces. ~ All this time I … Continue reading Again, Again (a poem)
Fantasy (a poem)
I often fantasize about letting go, to be one who can leave the act, and carry through. I often fantasize about running away from all the places sharp to the touch, from all the people who take too much. I often fantasize about the way out where no eyes see blinking although they may still … Continue reading Fantasy (a poem)
The Daemon (a poem)
The Daemon (a poem) A time ago I asked myself a question, knowing not where it led. See, I have lived my life a sinning man, I have learned that sinners can see through others, and sometimes see themselves staring back. Looking yourself in the eye, anywhere but in front a mirror, I call that … Continue reading The Daemon (a poem)
Freedom (a poem, 2020)
Freedom (a poem) I consume, The substance consumes me. A life less painful than my own… The sensation alone, Addiction itself. I become someone else, Other than myself. I have this choice, It is simple and free of pain, Yet I know nothing is truly painless. This life unlike my own, This experience unlike my … Continue reading Freedom (a poem, 2020)
