Poems & Short Writes

Blame the Sky

Elapsing gray clouds bundle the skyscrapers
A haze envelops city streets,
Stealing the oxygen from exposed lungs
Raw inflations gasping
Coughing up oil and tar
Electrical currents spark up the sky.
Sky, the expanse of blame
They blamed the sky
They lapped up its breath
They took it into them and disposed of the rest
They looked to the soil
But the soil was a bog of liquid stench
And they sunk deeper
They were being devoured
In turn.
Strip the bark
Mark its map
Mount its towers
Now the soil won't suck and hiss
Now they won't sink
Moving rapidly, exhausting callous
Oh sweet anguish
Like honey to the lips
Noxious to the intestines
But it plagues the sky
Which they blame
Inhale its flowered fragrance
It's trance of bitter malice
Lick the lips
They are so cracked, dry
Barren scopes,
Pursing, seething
Hissing in chronic pain
Obscene outline
Stretching as light moves through day
Twisting sideways
Like the spine of an ancient, heckling woman
Careful not to sink into the bog
Careful to wear a mask
To shut her flitting eyes
Away from the blamed sky
Oh sweet anguish

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Standing on the edge of forethought
Looking below
Eyes landing upon only the most curious of novelties
Piecing together various fragments
Of made up space
You wait
Staring expectantly at the vast outer reaches
A jungle of turbulent waters
Colliding endlessly
Daring to pierce distant atmospheres
To exploit the unknown
Like so many others
What a pity to be set back by every law that inhabits every earth
What a shame to never know
The answers
Or your truth that you so longed for

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With the need to latch herself on this distant energy
She claws her way up the gorge now unafraid of what lies ahead
Purposeful she wills her body upward
Towards unlimited skies
Breathing in her essence
And all the rest
In an out
Over and over
But it's a hollow wanting
Enriched with guilt
Formed upon foundations of remains
Piled high
Toppling forests
Burning up the crystalline fragments of secular abundance
Bodily fluids sinking into molten crusts under layers of rock
Heating up the air itself
Spilling ash from its mouth
Wetting the deserts
Drying the masses of water
Sucking it into itself
The omnipotent amoeba
Who guides the same galaxies
In search of existence
She mounts this terrain
And looks down upon its end
And awaits the inception of a new time and space

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••All by Me••

*note: When I wrote this stuff I was writing it all on impulse, like most of the writing and art I do. It just kind of comes to me and I get to a point where I need to write it down even if it's ridiculous and stupid.