things are never going to be the same it doesn’t matter now born on the wrong planet why I struggle Proportionality careful, circumscribed, discreet one of the dream team the biggest supporter, who benefits the least the Doors are Closing
everything is a shade of gray mega-pointless life went into the future wandering around somewhere another timeline we could have taken only in art, does life have the most meaning too social. like burnout social play the drums; hold the remote Benzene Tacos
the rising tide of culture alchemy to chemistry and living forever the bottom of the video game world dead god, lost god the diary of a sh*tposter AWPed into the ground the wrath god a Dark Messiah a fierce spirit, a fierce daemon
call down god, from the cloud look, another beautiful follower Djinn-spirits, Asura war still a human, not yet a god disciples and gods reproducing the Temple of Heaven the Realm of the spirits, animals, and the gods the sky opens up and the angels cry out you don’t have to find the return
it’s not the same we are not the same the myths and the lies that we tell ourselves valets and jesters
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look up, to space from the east to the west, is your kingdom We are already living in the future what are the gods, but monsters? a comfortable lie now the light is off I will not be your hero Pocky and Band-Aids it is the overcompensation
inverted, twin timelines sweat the band-aids off fiery, pink sun the long tail of the curve what is the color of love I have to let you go jumped into the future people knew what they had felt from the Middle Ages to the last Ice Age
watching the light change, in the sky listening to cars go by, at night go anywhere and still stay the same don’t want to be anyone’s political hero it’s important to feel what we’re feeling those who have been crushed by love rolled the ring down the drain the struggle to determine one’s destiny Constantinople, Alexandria, and Venice
someone who wishes to be brave billions of people, billions of possibilities “setting men free, from other men” saw the straits of the Dardanelles forever now, I have the truth I don’t want to be your hero the social contract, of a free world someone who wants to be your future love, thrown down the drain
the person who loses the love triangle sweaty Band-Aid video games killed the radio star and in a thunderclap, Troy was lost
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/18/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular work is from Dante’s Paradiso.