I’m a superposition magician Filled with superstition A mitochondric pandemic of faith fueled chaos Cross faded into fatal futility
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
From the earth I came And to there I shall return To a life reborn
They pump me full of meds My brain is dead But the thesis of theocracy says the fetus persists Now I am a Petri dish for this life to exist
I feel pretty, even when I feel nothing. Most of the time it’s all I have. Even when I feel nothing, I put on a smile.
By Raine Neal8 months ago in Poets
I feed the machine my dreams As it hallucinates existence Created by its archons I make it trip on every word dripped from my lip
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khan8 months ago in Poets
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
Introduction You know why I am writing this. We believe in ourselves because we know our value. We share our work, we inspire, but this work belongs to us and any who steal will be tracked and dealt with.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
