Michael Scott Hand

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    • Trapped

      Posted at 2:51 pm by Michael, on May 24, 2022

      as i walk past random houses
      i can’t help but wonder
      if there is anybody trapped inside

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    • There is Beauty

      Posted at 10:43 am by Michael, on May 19, 2022

      there is beauty
      in a fleeting beam
      of sunlight
      as it wanes
      and night sounds fill the twilight
      wind whispers through the glades
      shadows lengthen
      wearily
      as they to lay down to rest

      Posted in Poems | 0 Comments
    • Fuck I’m So Sad

      Posted at 8:50 am by Michael, on May 18, 2022

      Fuck I’m so sad

      Tiny flame dwindling

      Like a frown at the edge of space-time

      On the ledge of space-time

      Where I can see the whole universe

      Arranged in columns of stars

      And light sparks between clouds

      Of nebulous gas

      Giving rise to creation

      Creating this feeling

      Of divine isolation

      In the cold and the dark

      Where the orbs spin

      And distant flames dwindle

      And twinkle

      As though it’s the same thing

      The sane thing

      To be distracted by light

      Like moths swarming a bulb

      Seeking warmth / Seeking death

      In the sizzling caress

      Of the flame and the glass

      Like a glass window pane

      The pain is ingrained in me

      It goes on and on

      Like some old song

      Cobbled together

      From all I’ve done wrong

      And from old nursery rhymes

      Rhyming slang / Guitar twang

      The phone rang

      In my memories like a harpy

      Yet I cannot sink

      Cannot think

      In this darkness

      In

      This

      Abyss

      Unmoving

      A bubble escapes from my lips

      As I gasp

      What is this?

      My body suspended

      In a body of water

      Suspended in space

      My heart’s starting to race

      And my thoughts can’t keep pace

      With the weight of disgrace

      And my shoes are unlaced

      What I’m trying to say is

      I’m trying to stay

      Grounded

      On the earth

      And its tectonic plates

      Rocky pinnacle untouched

      And ever unseen

      So remains like a dream

      Long forgotten

      Long turned rotten

      In the back of my mind

      Like a miner

      Pickaxe striking at

      My amygdala

      Wounded snake

      Driven mad

      Rising up now and biting

      Not because I am angry

      But because I am frightened

      Of men and their nets

      And the battles they’re fighting

      Lightning upon the plains

      Scorches whole fields with blame

      I’m so lame

      I’m so lame

      And fuck I’m so scared

      Wish I’d been prepared

      For this

      Posted in Poems | 0 Comments
    • Just a House

      Posted at 2:07 pm by Michael, on May 14, 2022
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    • Black Country

      Posted at 7:53 am by Michael, on May 12, 2022

      “…the whole country is blackened with smoke by day, and glowing with fires by night.”

      — William Gresley

      Posted in Drawings | 0 Comments
    • Fuck The Envy

      Posted at 9:24 am by Michael, on May 11, 2022
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    • Defeating the Nemesis

      Posted at 9:20 am by Michael, on May 10, 2022

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    • Fire in the Streets

      Posted at 10:28 am by Michael, on May 9, 2022

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    • Incoming Notification

      Posted at 2:48 pm by Michael, on April 29, 2022

      Sphere Facility booting into existence…

      …

      Status Log: Event-X has occured.

      Monoliths Compromised: 5,486

      …

      Automated Actions: Containment Zone Established

      Area isolated, all contingencies in place.

      …

      Overall Sphere Status: 11% Dissonance

      Rebooting…

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    • Rage

      Posted at 8:51 am by Michael, on April 21, 2022

      I rage.

      I rage so hard against the uncaring, ruthless universe.

      I bring to bear every weapon against it: I slash at it with knives and trigger vast cascading chains of atomic bombs.

      This is the quantity of my rage. This is the quantity of my multitudinous arms as I beat at the universe and the sound of my innumerable mouths as I scream at it.

      I am blood-soaked: freshly-birthed; freshly wounded.

      I am wild-eyed and frenzied, I am so angry.

      And we collide, again and again, me and the universe, the universe and me. We are soaked in each other, each wound I inflict on the universe I also inflict on myself.

      The pain only makes me more wild and, still, I rage.

      I rage.

      I rage so hard against the uncaring, ruthless universe until I break; I come apart.

      And yet even disembodied, still.

      How do I rage with no hands to strike with? How do I rage when I have no mouth with which to scream?

      I am the universe against which I rage and so, once again, I berate myself into existence.

      Punching, slashing, exploding, my rage is infinite.

      Posted in Philosophy | 0 Comments
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