Don’t know what I’m doing,
Don’t know what I’m saying,
Don’t know how to jump,
In this game I am playing,
So many pits to leap over,
Instead I just fall in,
Descend into darkness:
The darkness within,
No Game Over screen,
No limited lives,
Just a life I keep living,
While something inside of me dies,
And somewhere: a memory inside of me cries,
The tears that won’t fall from my actual eyes.
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Category: Poems
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I Don’t Know
Posted at 12:31 pm , on April 14, 2020
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Sand in the Sky
Posted at 11:06 am , on April 11, 2020
Sand in the sky,
reflecting the light
so it looks like gold.Sand in the sky,
grains like worlds,
slowly spinning.Sand in the sky,
slowly spinning,
grains like worlds,
reflecting the light,
appearing as gold. -
Meandering Wastes – Artefact One – Early Transcription
Posted at 10:07 am , on April 9, 2020
Early attempt to provide a transcription of Meandering Wastes Artefact One, using an experimental orientation and non-electronic (mammalian; optical) surveying techniques.
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A Thousand Fires
Posted at 1:11 pm , on April 1, 2020
I’ll shake everything down to the ground,
With a whisper so loud it makes no sound,
As dust arises, fate transpires:
My thoughts ignite a thousand fires. -
Chains
Posted at 6:40 am , on March 25, 2020
Hope I do entertain,
You,
Enough that you’ll,
Watch,
As I,
Chain myself,
To these pieces,
That make up my existence.
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What if it Rained
Posted at 7:45 am , on March 17, 2020
What if it rained a little
In the city
And you could hear it running
Through the gutters
But it was peaceful somehow
Splatters against the awning
The glow of streetlights
On wet bitumen
Buildings all around
Crowding out the sky
The night lit by
A thousand sparkling windows
Lives inside each one -
Meandering Wastes – Artefact One
Posted at 8:07 am , on March 10, 2020
Distorted recursive fragmentation of the poem “Meandering Wastes” as recovered by deep-digital scanner. Precise alignment of letters and words unverifiable, the equipment used has been known to produce results with a range of non-conformant orientations.
Artefact reproduced with permission from G.E.D, 3145.
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Meandering Wastes – Sixth Recursion
Posted at 6:03 pm , on March 3, 2020
Almost illegible fragment, unlikely to have been written by the original author:
meandering
waste space
we pen
againAn alternative arrangement, containing an extra “s”, is suggested:
meandering wastes space
(and yet)* we pen againThis is also the point at which the “First Perversion” is believed to have been created, with several scholars drawing the conclusion that “we pen” was not a reference to the act of writing, but actually a reference to a literal (unspecified) “weapon”.
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Inevitable Inevitabilities
Posted at 7:37 am , on February 20, 2020
inevitable trees
with inevitable leaves
drop inevitable seeds
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Stormfort
Posted at 8:51 am , on February 11, 2020
Let me tell you a story,
About a castle in the sky,
Steep-spired,
Ash-stained,
Bleak and imposing,
The ruined Stormfort stands,
Perched precariously,
On a sundered, floating, island of rock,
Above the churning, lightning-laced tumult.
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