Poems

6-7-25 Shedding bodily tears, Crying for action. Stagnation lets the larvae gain traction. I would like not to be infected, But it seems I'm focusing on the wrong disease. Ceasing to cease sees me seize control, Or so the sea sings. Yet entranced by her cold embrace Her concerns for me never hold in place, Always washed up by the next wave, Always chopped up by the best blade, Always mopped up by the last maid. Couldn't care less 'bout the mess made, At every grasp, my grip fades, With every ray, my lip chafes, And the sun on my back just burns burns burns.

4-23-25 Engolido, Encolhido, Envelopado no caos, Uma amalgamação de coletados maus Que não se veem longe de si. Já soldados em emulsão, Restam teimosidamente, uma contusão Que é só minha, grudado em mim. Conturbado comigo somente, E onde fica a dor será? Só mente. E aonde está a cura será? Só mente. E o que a mente fala será? Só mente. Pois se o corpo falha, Ele sem falta o vencedor será. O ventríloquo equivocado, Que transmite carga sem tá aterrado E que não reduz a marcha mesmo atolado.

5-16-24 walls caving in, compounding pressure on the skull and wher wait no ugh my processing is dull as if battered and dipped in hot burning oil delectable as hell, my destination if i fell and caved into temptation eating my brains out so what, so be it, let's see how this plays out emotion so dull this feels like a new low a new record, the type u wouldn't want to break a new record, the type u wouldn't want to play, scratched and scuffed with sounds of scum, a scummy sadness that compounds in sum then blows all up, like a blasted drum.

5-12-24 running in circles, spinning up whirlpools, with my mind as fickle as a drug addict's: every 2 seconds sifting through abandoned attics looking for one more stash of the problematic, with my body as hollow as the easter egg, with my strength as fake as these words, these strings are what move me around, it's no wonder I long for more.