Archive for the ‘Да, я понимаю’ Category

Some people seem to believe

they have a monopoly on misery.

Constant cascade,

endless tirade,

on and on they pour out, narrate

(and grate).

Of course they want sympathy,

we’re all needy,

but sometimes less gives more…

 

(To be continued…)

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Not overtly said,

but keenly felt, caustic hurt,

my neighbor’s contempt.

 

(To be continued…)

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Don’t think about *that*,

think about this:

sweet nothingness.

 

(To be continued…)

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So, I sat, and thought about the future.

And, after careful consideration, I decided

I don’t want to do that again.

 

(To be continued…)

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Reach out… Get rejected.

Keep to self… Get neglected.

 

(To be continued…)

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There comes a time when the positive affirmations and mantras take on a mocking tone.

When you realize how long and ardently you’ve been choosing your words carefully, faithfully, believing for the best.

And you look around and are overwhelmed by the shit of your apparent reality.

This life is a tragedy.

 

(To be continued…)

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Another night of disturbed sleep.

Another morning where I feel broken.

Sometimes I’m convinced,

I long ago gave my finite self,

wasted my being,

on quite unimportant things.

 

(To be continued…)

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Luna Eclipse 2 (2)

Peaceful man, thwarted plan.

The powers that be, apparently do not profit from humanity’s peaceful coexistence. It seems they do all they can to sow division, envy, misunderstanding, jealousy, avarice, competition, hatred… They shit-stir, so we see enemies and threats in every shadowy corner… Whatever it takes to keep us fighting for some nebulous, consumerist goal, alleged progress; all the way to the grave. Alas, most of us “buy it”.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Broken 3

Your pain is the same, probably worse,

when undiagnosed, unrecognized,

versus that of the lauded patient.

Alas, it seems fated for some people

to get all the sympathy,

and others, alone, none.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Pied Piper

So, “back to normal”,

or forward to something worse?

Leadership gambles…

 

(To be continued…)

 

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