Hana Reid

Ramblings from years ago

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On hiatus

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Day 425 (14 June)

Acknowledgement is no less toxic

If your mental health made you caustic

It’s not impressive that your mind’s syphilitic

If you can’t stop yourself being psychotic

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Day 424 (13 June)

I’m congruent to what comes next

An albatross around my neck

A synonym to what comes next

An assonance at your behest

Since all betrothed look to what’s left

All I can tell is time is theft

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Day 423 (12 June)

Dissent and resist

Face challenges with a closed fist

Since I’ve surrendered to the lack of change

I’ll take on every pain with grace

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Day 422 (11 June)

I can’t take a morsel of criticism

Not with the state I’m in

Please sell yourself in a kinder way

Because I can’t take one more bad day

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Day 421 (10 June)

Yes a fine specimen

A bomb in your backbone

A broodish scowl I see

Genetically preconceived

To copy everything you’re shown

And to be all the worst parts of men

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Day 420 (9 June)

An ambiguous announcement

A wrap on my creation

I regret my own experiment

And I resent my ill-gained elation

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Day 419 (8 June)

There’s a lost stanza

Which hints at something greater

The message is abridged

And the product’s indecisive

That I’ll continue unenlightened

And my smile’ll stay a twitch

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Day 418 (7 June)

The helplessness of a lighter

Born to flicker intermittently

Only burning from one end

Not to be known for my flippancy

Huffing fumes at the igniter

Because the world is not my friend

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Day 417 (6 June)

Hypnosis but make it diplomatic

Love your environment

And your satellite mental state

Be presidential in your debates

Punch down at dissent

Since at best you can only be pragmatic

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Day 416 (5 June)

Maybe burn my retinas

If it stops me sneezing at feathers

And plug my sinuses

If it deterred cheilosis

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Day 415 (4 June)

I’ll meet my quota once again

Of seeing one too few of my valued friends

Since if I concede that unlikely task

I’m more inclined to see the day as my last

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Day 414 (3 June)

A dozen dozing heads

Confessing to fame and order

The fantasy of slaughter

And the renaissance of sunsets

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Day 413 (2 June)

I datamined and determined

That anyone online is a pervert

Perverse and the worst

And primed to deliver disturbance

As talented as radiation

And erratic as Claymation

Or if my encounters stood for much

Frightened of a slight touch

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Day 412 (1 June)

Dress to depress

So everyday means less and less

Those smiles forced at their behest

Our interludes to when you regress

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Day 411 (31 May)

A plain-clothed empire

Infectious disappointment

But now’s not the time to lament

It’s ours to distort and set afire

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Day 410 (30 May)

Projecting a service for bloodshed

The concrete implications

Tell me this affair is less strategic

Than the scene that’s in its stead