poetry
by littlefallsmets
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cauterize
there’s a fever now inside our heads and a fever burns things away we get a choice if we can burn up unrealistic expectations dreams no longer working attachments helping no one we may have a cha...
words failing
the words we use and how we use them manipulate the very world around us but no amount of words no matter how precise could ever define you a conscious mind is a special case a micro realit...
precious now
Who you were is not who you are is not who you will be. You are a process in motion, you have been in flux from the first quickening of your heart to your very last breath. It’s okay, you coul...
casting calls
As much as I want to rail against superstition and magical thinking, in the end, I realize I’m privileged to be able to think of it this way. For so many marginalized people, myth an...
i am what i am
I don’t want to colonize your pain. I don’t want to gentrify your rage. I don’t want to pretend I can sublimate your subjugation into my own experience. I don’t want to lead, don’t want to su...
no gods no guillotines
Any freedom won by violence or its threat will be lost, by and by, in a generation or three’s time, no matter how noble the intent. Its history won’t teach your progeny the value of freedom, o...
two short poems in character by my D&D bard
what glitters, my friend is means to many of an end but there’s no earthly way to spend all of that hard fought and harder won gold if we find ourselves swung from the bottom of the city gall...
something is lost
algorithmically curated media denies us processing any idea we do not immediately accept scrolling on your timeline picking up a record needle they are at least trivial barriers to...
prayers to jotunheim
come to me my ancient winter sky if you love me still then you will fall thick around them blanketing until spring fevers pass snug inside your breast snow them in a...
the queen of retail hell
the woman cuts through all the veils between all of her worlds slides, sways between them between the expectations life has thrust upon her she shimmies and sh...
the middle path
revolution or Revelation they’ve trained you to love that apocalyptic taste sensation because your addiction to that elating conflating intoxication is paradoxically their best tool ...
exceptional isms
rise? Rome didn’t fall in a day either fall? it fell instead as road by road fell bridge by bridge and town by town some places didn’t know for generations that it ended that the store was n...
the continental divide
psychosis is outcome-based doesn’t care about process at best it just pretends to care about the hows no, psychosis only just wants to be heard loud everything is merely a to...
the slings and arrows of the outrageously fortunate
in an after-life I’d love to watch people try to explain away their rage, prejudice and pride by protesting “but Saint Pete, I was only being ironic!” I’d love to see the look on that face ...
as you like it
nothing ruins happiness more than a preconceived notion of what you think your happiness is supposed to exactly be allow yourself surprises allow yourself to be surprised expectation ...
i can
I will never know but still I walked in of course I did I know what was believed to be and I will never know but I can still imagine and I can understand either way
let's do this right
my nightmares are my true constant companions they follow me wherever I try to rest my weary head sometimes shot down in the streets sometimes drowned inside a capped-off waterslid...
if I only had (a villanelle)
everytime I nearly muster up the nerve I’m answered by that fear me descending down from tall tall trees demanding to be heard everytime I nearly answers with such certainty with such d...
even years later (a pantoum)
it isn’t just for your own mourning it’s worry for the living lost in grief it’s an act you fear they’re just performing through the occluding looking glass that is belief it’s worry for th...
in the end
in the end we will all mostly be strung up on thick crosses hewn from the wildest of our dreams “perfect or nothing” as an ethos is the worst of all possible worlds all the effort with n...
clarity
“things haven’t made sense in a long time” he said “that’s okay” she replied “things never made sense” “that’s just a veil time lifted from before your eyes” “now you know that things don...
bearing witness
when they say “bear witness” they really mean that you do bear it you are burdened with knowledge weighed down by understanding your shoulders sag under the ...
forward
Allow the unintentional to look unintentional. Allow the intentional to look intentional. Abandon your pretense in both directions. Abandon your ego section by section. Let yourself admit h...
content
we live in this culture that profits off never letting us feel contentment, that forces us to always striving but also almost never helps us feel better aspiration has its uses I’ve been ...
the process
keeping one foot in the practical world and one foot in the world of theory is the only way to be good at either and it’s also one of the hardest things to maintain long-term its one thing to...
Book Description
these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.