Slow Burn

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it starts as if a fantasy
every box checked
he’s perfect
don’t you know

slowly…
deliberately…

it becomes a trap
from which you
can’t escape
easily

you become disabled
in the head
so you’ll stay
out of need

still thinking it’s love
but knowing something’s off
the courage and independence
fighting to be recognized

that’s not love
it’s a cage

mistook nice
as being invested
mistook attentive
for genuine care

but the details of todays
are boring
the atmosphere thick
with silence

the possibilities become a dead end

Chattel

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stolen, humiliated and broken
forced into servitude

this sinister practice
a crime against humanity

there is a shrewdness
to the condescension 

in their acts
to shackle their slaves

into bondage
and domination

there is no respect
no valuing of others

just utter greed
and vassalage

for the unfortunate
who are captured

we humans
are a sick race

to have intentions
like this

and being capable
of such disgusting acts

towards other
human beings

the rot in this world needs to end

Despair

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at the end of a rope
that society designed

couldn’t match the requirements
which it demands

laying in wait for a handout
that won’t cover rehabilitation

suffering on the streets
in garb not fit for a king

we allow this despair
watch it unfold

do nothing to stop it
and look appalled at the sight

of a human laying
sacrificed for the rest

walking on by
ignoring his despair

shame on a society which allows this to exist

Lasting Impression

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Inspired by Go Dog Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: July 24, 2019

My desire
is always to live,
think, and feel
in an expansive
environment. 

I want rich emotions.
I want life
to leave a mark
but only
the non-bruising kind.

That’s the desire.
If only
it always
worked out
that way.

Maybe down-on-our-luck
events are
the only ones
where insight
shows itself? 

It seems
this is
how life operates,
whether we like it
or not.

Sometimes,
it can’t
even really be enjoyed
but existence
keeps us to the path
of the next unplanned event.

Easy or hard,
accept it or don’t.
Life is always
about achieving
a balance between opposites.

Life is a lasting impression.
May I have passed that on.
How it sticks on us
determines our way
to the end.

Reaching Bottom

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Darkness descends,
and crushing loneliness
becomes my cage.

Fine is just perfect…
fucked up
insecure
neurotic and
emotional.

The future,
just a feeling
put on hold.
Nothing will ever
turn out finer…

Fucked up
insecure
neurotic and
emotional but
recovered.

The biology demons
are strong.
Hope becomes
an illusion,
a sinister lie.
One entrenched deep
in every nook
of me with every
slide black.

It’s happiness
not easily found.
This
my undeniable
state.
Trapped in my head,
a life controlled
not by me,
watching this
play out indiscriminately.
Controlling very little,
only breaking down.
Further
and faster
to my end.

The cost of living is expensive.

 

**This is not my current state. Don’t worry.

Braincase Blues

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shit just got real
life fucking hurts

emotions pour in
tumble out to empty me

an audience of one drama
spectators get the cliff notes

all thoughts on repeat to the nth degree
pain drags like spikes in my grey matter

good memories hurt
good feelings replaced with pain

every nerve lit
but deadened

i need time, meds, answers
and rest

i need life not to suck so much