One finger on the pulse,
Another on the nerve,
No body parts here,
No,
But the pulse of the world served,
Multi-tasking across brainwaves,
Clicking motions paired with saves, Continue reading
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Category Archives: Writing
Oh God, My Sleep Schedule
So, you all know by now that I have an absurd and messed up sleep pattern, right? Well, it’s somehow gotten worse; I am still figuring out how to fix it.
Here’s the basic issue: I run my own business, and, thus, I must do lots of stuff every day to make sure everything runs smoothly, sometimes quite a bit in a single day. And, often, I cannot go to bed until a set number of things are done. Continue reading
Poem: Shipping Included
Poem: Cat Scratch
Poem: Punch Drunk
You know it’ll hurt,
When you tell the tale,
Now then, too,
But the bruise sting—
That’s more the fail, Continue reading
Poem: One Man
One man I am,
And with that,
I only have so much time,
And I spend it,
With those I want to—
Those I love.
Time it seems,
Flows too fast, Continue reading
Poem: Can It Can
Can this can of soup,
Be used for anything more,
Besides a can of soup?
To begin,
Can a man be a man—
If not able to eat soup? Continue reading
Poem: Horror Writer
Here’s my job,
Get the idea,
I make fear happen,
Darkness and demons,
I scare people—
Because it makes them,
And they will deny it,
Happy to be afraid. Continue reading
Poem: They Returned
Back again,
It’s here already.
People-eater,
Darkness unrushed,
Scary,
Licking at the blood of men, Continue reading
Poem: No Internet
You don’t realize,
How much you need it,
Until the internet goes out—
And won’t come back,
No matter what you try.
Everything turns off—
Everything stops. Continue reading
Poem: Coiling Engine
Teeth-like cogs,
Churn along with might motion,
Into the void,
This endless commotion,
Shall continue,
If commerce shall,
Get its devotion. Continue reading
Poem: Don’t Look At Void
Don’t look down,
At the black hole,
The mouth of something,
Older than time,
Older than poems,
That need to at least sometimes rhyme. Continue reading
Poem: Control The World
Poem: Fire Magic
Did emotions spark it?
Or something genetic?
Heat leaks from fingers,
And steams the air,
Eyes boil but do not break,
And it’s always the start—
Of something more. Continue reading
Poem: Rock Star
Among these darkness fields weary,
Looking skyward,
Feeling life bleary,
Trudging alone hopeless liars, Continue reading
