With a versatile voice, experience a thousand different lives on

[chaoswithinmymindpoetryandart]

[pr0ceeding]

“Rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief.”

— Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris

[kamreadsandrecs]

A Perfect Track | Los Angeles Review of Books

Wayne Miller’s recent collection interrogates the uneasy ambiguities of violence and masculinity.

[followcb]

Floating Lotus Openness

quietness blossoms

infuses rooms with peace

pastel harmony . . .

the bliss of stillness

serenity of deep breaths

floating lotus openness

foreverness of timelessness

intimate connectedness

to time and space

graceful pastures . . .

soft places that grace

ethereal, spiritual scenery

streaming dreamy greenery

sunshowers upon wildflowers

inhale mother nature's . . .

elemental, univeral delights

presence of the divine

intangible yet eternal

emotional tranquility

petals in the wind . . .

alchemy of wonderment

rich landscapes of the mind

introspective bridges

profound inner clarity

faith blooming on the vine

burgeoning gardens inside

the heart and soul come alive

☆☆☆☆☆

©️ @followcb ☆ June 5, 2026

[thewarriorinagarden]

I didn’t have

a way

to

tell her

She signed me

off.

They all did.

They had a funeral

for me

and said

their farewells

I was still

alive.

[alvie2alive]

Hate Feeder

I take hate like pills,

Drink disgust like wine

And laugh at jokes that were

Never meant to be funny.

Like what, you obsessed?

You stare enough to insult it,

Stare enough to notice?

Do you think about me

When I'm gone, after it's over?

Do I matter enough to you

To make you want to hurt?

You have to care to hurt, you know,

So you must care too much

And lucky for me, I care too little—

About what you'd like me to do,

What you'd like me to be.

Instead, tell me what you hate

So I know what I am;

Tell me exactly where I cross the line

So I know where to walk;

Tell me the dress code

So I can create my own;

Tell me what not to do

So I have a plan.

Hate me so hard you love me,

Despise me so much you supply,

Resist me so much I exist.

[missingarizona]

You called it a truck I called it a ute.

You said candy. I said lollies.

You said sidewalk. I said footpath.

You said "ma'am" and I couldn't even hide the fact I was obsessed with it.

Half the time we were speaking English and still translating each other.

Different words. Different accents. Different sides of the world.

But somehow we always understood exactly what the other meant.

I learned your language. You learned mine.

Loving someone makes you curious about the way they see the world.

Sometimes I still catch myself using your words.

Truck. Candy. Gas station.

Little pieces of you slipping into my vocabulary like you were always meant to live there.

Funny, really.

The ocean was the hardest thing between us.

It was never the language.

[1nn32dem0n5]

vanity and silverfish

silverfish slither across my poems and drunken ramblings and all i care for is that they don’t get too close to the cocaine because god forbid i have to snort a fucking silverfish! i’ve never written this much while wired before. i feel euphoric to the point that i don’t want to write; i want to writhe and dance and jerk off while giving a presentation in front of prospective investors for a company I am CEO of, i want to dive off cliffs and snowboard down mountains with little to no snow. i want to eat pizas by the diameter, to share my bed with scores of women: fertile, menopausal, slutty, religious, alcoholic, stupid, scientologist, unshaven, on the rag, but please hold the fucking models - there’s nothing I hate more than fucking models, the vanity; the vanity! i cant stand that shit, you can be a nine or ten or whatever but vanity is my least favorite thing to fuck, “get over yourselves” i want to say, but why would a sailor stop sailing? be in “the here”, and now baby! lets reset the past together, I didn’t know ice has negative calories, nor did i care. want to eat this silver- fish? you think they taste good? look how thin they look! eat it, eat it for me, yeah, it’s kinda hot!

[nowspoke]

“They teach you that everything is about money, but the moment you start seeking knowledge, awareness, and understanding for yourself, you begin to see beyond the illusion. An informed mind is difficult to control, and that’s why independent thinking is so powerful.”

-Nowspoke

[pluminosity]

[thoughtcascades]

i want a soft life but my brain keeps choosing hard mode

[bbyjaguar]

[ilovenikki666]

[ilovenikki666]

[13623]

[13623]

[floridakil0ssss]

If someone asked me what my day was like id tell them it was fine

But if they sat me down and told me to describe my day to the best of my abilities id tell them it was beautifully tragic.

So beautiful in its sadness

And all of its madness.

Waking up at grandmas house without you here is uncanny.

And people underestimate just how much i miss you

I went about my day doing the things we used to do together,

And they made me smile

and then cry for a long long while.

Its been 2 years since you died

I died too

This town died too

We all died too

Nothings as good as it was with you