I obfuscate my temptation
by metaphor
poisoning the flowers
I love, and feed weeds
choking at root of square
problems with memento mori
I don’t feel like sunshine today
so pull the curtain, fade
to black ensemble choirs’ aria
trembling hand to hold
onto means nothings were tainted
absinthe and woe
charlatan payday, and hey
you would to if anyone were
that dumb
deaf to the notion I bespoke
upon trodden
it’s a chemical reaction
playing out in this
hospice bed, they won’t let you
die, it hurts the profit margin
I color outside lines
standing in rain for another
life I didn’t want to have
more time with myself, I’d
rather fallout shelter
this cold ambition.
seeking solace I located solitude
at your mom’s old beach house
she really wanted to know
what the fuck I was doing there
I told her, “I’m looking for a former
day I misplaced”, she called the cops
anyway I fled the flood
of calls that went unanswered
’cause I wouldn’t know what to say
who does these days?
pen in my right hand
revolver in left
I am unsure which one
I want to use first
I so much want to see you
Again I wish that wishing
really worked upon facing
this trying time of nomenclature
wistful and underneath
breath you exhaled, I should
have followed the wind
at your back
sailed for blue sea, see
that’s part of the penance I think,
gazing at full sails billowing,
standing on dry land, still
I poison the flowers
and feed weeds.
I am so in need, and despondent
a wretch of wistful arrogance.
My fist is filled with spite,
harbinger of right or wrong
to be, o William
you bright bastard
that is always the question
I fucking hate your questions
but will query juxtaposed
autopsies just the same.
forget
you ever saw me.
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I have a pen in my right hand
revolver in the left
Brilliant.
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Thank you 🙏🖤
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You are Welcome. ☺👍
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Brilliantly harsh!! I really like it!:)
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Thanks very much Stella 🙏🖤
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You’re welcome!:) 🙂
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Wonderfully Profane, words that mean so much!
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Thank you my friend 🙏🍻
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Holy cow OP. Darkly powerful.
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Thank you AP🙏🖤
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Poetry can be harsh and brutally honest. But, its what makes poetry give our voices out and freedom to express and describe our emotions to the world. Dude, I love this poem and I felt what you are feeling.
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Thank you Charlie. I really appreciate it 🙏🖤
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You welcome my friend. 🙂
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Sheer OP briliiance
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thanks so much Nicole
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Reblogged this on erichmichaels and commented:
Wistful Poison by Oldepunk. “I’d rather fallout shelter this cold ambition” Another soul-churning-masterpiece by Oldepunk!
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thanks very much Erich
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You’re quite welcome, OP
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This is incredible 💛
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thank you Kristiana!!
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