Powerless, broken and alone They plant disastrous kisses that wound deep They move on They leave And all the feelings and sentiments and lust filled moments are piled up on me And all I do is write bad phrases I deludedly call poetry And they’re never really gone because public networks I can’t disappear keep their imprints heavy on my soul
Watch me maneuver vaguely through space and time Seemingly secure and/or filled with humor When I am dying multiple deaths on multiple platforms by thousands of cuts I can’t maintain rhythm or contemplate rhymes Fake smile Fashionable lies My being is too raw and bloody This is just hemorrhaging Not thoughtful creation I am at the whim of a 3x5 screen and bitterness aching fingers deteriorating eyesight
And so many questions Why me? Where are you,”higher power”? When does it end? Who will ever see me as more than a cool machine they want to test drive but leave on the lot? What is my supposed sticker shock?
How many more analogies and metaphors can I squeeze out of this raging, blistered resentful constant despair?
Will it always be pain?
Reminders of failure On a daily basis Carefully crafted information to encourage envy and lust For things that should be simple and joyful But instead so much grasping with photos and quotes and essays about nothing but how better to mask the dire reality of lonely Love and romance and partnership lay out of reach like far away exotic treasures
No wonder there is hatred The difference here is that I know what causes mine And my hands are always bound My mouth just goes and goes To keep up with the stream of bile All day choking Because it’s neverending Rejections appetite Never sated
The Truth And Purpose 