Introspection
There once was a boy named Dan
who people liked to say was the man
but it was all a lie
‘cause inside he cried
again and again and again.
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May Day
There’s a little place called Earth
where people like to prove their worth
so they sing and they dance
and make a little romance
which has led to quite a few births.
Singing in the rain
A month spent
playing around and
really enjoying the
intricacies of
language.
Essence
Flesh, gripping to alabaster bone,
blood, pumping to the metronome,
heart, the will that is our guide
soul, the truth that lies inside.
Fluidity
Churning river water,
heavy with white foam,
overflowing past its limits,
perhaps as encouragement.
Livid bones
I hate this cage of flesh
perhaps most of all because
I cannot embrace your warmth without it.
– another random free-style poem.
Terminal
Dirty little things/
inside me/
scratching at my belly/
eating my guts/
and soon – very soon – they’ll/
seep into my heart, brain, lungs/
enter my core and I’ll
die, shitting myself soon after.
Tryst
Silent fingers reaching,
eyes are all ablaze –
crowds are no deterrent;
read the answer in my
eyes to the question
that you don’t need to ask.
I should pray more
Of all the people I’ve
Met, loved, and managed to
Fuck up a relationship with –
Girl, you are the one I regret the most.
Productive thinking
A casual remark
pulls at my frame of mind
and lifts me up to heaven
or torments me in hell with
ranges of negative emotions.
A (wise) man of two faces 