It's said Human greed Is infinite That the meaning Of resistance Is the calling Of fools But the power Of the collective Is not beyond Comprehending We aren't dealing With Epics Like edges of space Or Gods above We are dealing With groups Whose only power Is the belief Of others In power itself
Boomshockalocka
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Avid reader supporter of art Listener of music. Severe Autism Scott Mitchell (most of my poetry lives in the replies section)
The world moves on Through the day to day Flush Regardless of the pain Each migraine Still a plus So easy to forget My suffering is still life And life, Life is worth living. And even at my worst I can still make art.
Nyx✫@seancefiction.bsky.social · 3mo agouse everything sent to destroy you as fuel. fuel for art. fuel for change. fuel for… ✨
I am still alive, though still unwell, I'll be having my gallbladder removed by the end of the month. Hopefully I'll start feeling like myself again after that.
Our Clock Winds Down In the view of a world Seen upside down Why do we not fear our cage? If my work is to sell My self-built shell What can I have left but rage? To toil and till These fields that we fill Yet nothing is left but our name. #poetry
Voice in my head Sounds just like mine Convinced these walls Are my own design. Said I could live Without a care Still walk through halls With a distant stare. Patterns build A rising fear That what was far Is always near Another quilt To hide beneath Thoughts in tar So I never see- #poetry
Irreducibly Human To be human is to be you Within the solipsistic mind No matter the scars The missing bits And the unending agony of surviving incomplete The humanity remains. If we must, truly, clamp the definition, To be human is to wake #poetry
Persist, preserve, predict, persuade. Through fear, through violence, through doubt, through ignorance. Without, without, without, without. #poetry
If one takes your peace then another can give back here, you are safe now #senryu
Everything you look at is a tree There are always deeper layers to what may be This effervescent rainbow of things to see Reflects my evershifting cloud of ways to be #poetry
The fog rolls in As the kaleidoscope screams The third creature today To try to find its name. With warping flesh On tired stone We wriggle free Of binding bone The stars gaze in Our seams gaze out As statues stagnate In the between #poetry
I am shaded Ever jaded But still I shine A brighter hue Been debated Fully hated Always tried But never true My self left dangled Find an angle To force this light To channel through #poetry
Words from Me to You Live well Be happy Give hell To those Who'd control you. Don't dwell Stay sappy Break shells Protect Those around you. #poetry
First of my profane word cloud art series is done: "Fuck" Ink on 10×8 canvas panel #Art #Fuck #WordArt #WordCloudArt
Death Isn't Mundane Renowned as progress This endless race As a thousand clocks Will watch your face Value given Is mechanical praise And power held By a man who plays With the lives of many A death of overwork Is a horror most foul The body is a temple Not your shareholder's trowel. #poetry
Digital babies reap the field of lives As politicians spread their happiest lies What use is our flesh in mechanical eyes? Are our wars still so coarse that we'd kill for a prize? I pray for a world where no robot needs be traumatized Yet the gods we build will still carry our wounds. #poetry
There are eyes in eyes Looking for the crown And eyes in our lies Watching every sound We've put eyes in the skies But they're looking down And yet these eyes on the prize Are showing nothing found #poetry
I live on In hopes and dreams Watching the youngest son Give the quietest squee On the beauty found In commonest scene This world, full of sound Beyond the mightiest mean. #poetry (Winter depression got me.)
And so the score is 3 to none If this were war, then he'd have won But make it known no job is done 'Fore life returns to calm and fun. Ten years is not too late For the gentle man's revenge. #poetry #shower_thoughts
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone for how incredibly supportive you've been!! 💖 I'm excited to finally be able to release this chapbook I put together as a gift to you. A thank you gift to the #poetrycommunity, all the poets and prompters. Please read alt text for more info.
Dissociating Disassociating every thought From each new pain And reasoned fear. I know it's not enough There's so much more Than what we hear But it'll never be enough And all I can do In the end Is remember how to steer. #poetry
