Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
I have decided to start writing and documenting my poems into one thread instead of spamming words.
This thread will magically turn into whatever you thought it was going to be. Thanks for reading.
"Dead baby" -5/2/2021
Can I tell you something?
I’ve either been high or drunk,
fighting with family, my love,
myself,
selling bits of my soul in collectible baubles,
covered in sharkish crabs on a beach of microscopic lies,
something is always in the way,
but now
I’ve lost my house, dropped my mind,
running out of my precious time,
Yet, found this-
place,
a respite from cold drippings on my head,
you should see it;
the light.
For the first time in my life I'm not afraid
to die,
for what I fear is regret of which I did not
try.
No baby, you're going to live,
you're going to live whether you work
20 hours a day stacking up coal
and shower at night, grim,
attempting to unbury your soul
or
you're going to have a house and 2 kids
while you're on welfare
you're going to create a beautiful life
even with the roof of your skull
blown away
you're going to live deaf
humbled
demented
diluted and
deluded
you're going to live with a cat who sleeps
on your chest, snoring, twitching,
and reminding you
to dream
while the whole world shakes
in fear
seeking shelter from the endless bombardment
from death.
Baby, we're going to light this world up
or maybe have nothing to do with it
and never make it
but
we're never going to stop trying to find
a peace and calmness;
a worthy domain for my mind.
This thread will magically turn into whatever you thought it was going to be. Thanks for reading.
"Dead baby" -5/2/2021
Can I tell you something?
I’ve either been high or drunk,
fighting with family, my love,
myself,
selling bits of my soul in collectible baubles,
covered in sharkish crabs on a beach of microscopic lies,
something is always in the way,
but now
I’ve lost my house, dropped my mind,
running out of my precious time,
Yet, found this-
place,
a respite from cold drippings on my head,
you should see it;
the light.
For the first time in my life I'm not afraid
to die,
for what I fear is regret of which I did not
try.
No baby, you're going to live,
you're going to live whether you work
20 hours a day stacking up coal
and shower at night, grim,
attempting to unbury your soul
or
you're going to have a house and 2 kids
while you're on welfare
you're going to create a beautiful life
even with the roof of your skull
blown away
you're going to live deaf
humbled
demented
diluted and
deluded
you're going to live with a cat who sleeps
on your chest, snoring, twitching,
and reminding you
to dream
while the whole world shakes
in fear
seeking shelter from the endless bombardment
from death.
Baby, we're going to light this world up
or maybe have nothing to do with it
and never make it
but
we're never going to stop trying to find
a peace and calmness;
a worthy domain for my mind.