Sπ Poetry

[spipoetry]

Choose to Stay

Life is hard,

but they don't have

acoustic guitars

or candle jars

in the cemetery.

A ghost can't have

soft bread

or a freshly-made bed.

Books and stars

and art and love

are for the living.

~~~ Sπ

[spipoetry]

On Creation

Who am I to create?

What makes a god worthy

of forging a world?

Art wasn't meant for me.

I don't deserve peace.

~~~ Sπ

[spipoetry]

Planetary Pool

We are but pawns,

peons in the hands

of the deities.

Toiling away

for a scrape of bread

on this place called Earth

while the gods stand by,

playing pool

with the planets.

Global disaster hits

when the stick strikes.

Our world rolls smoothly

across the billiard

table, finally

landing in the hole.

As earthquakes and

tsunamis ravage

the population,

Zeus claims his win.

~~~ Sπ

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Screamo Ballet

I scream at the top of my lungs.

The ballerina dances,

finding grace where there is none.

As I cry,

she glides across the floor,

pirouetting to my misery.

My heart heavy,

she flies through the air,

light as cotton candy.

My mind is wounded.

She's filled with wonder.

Ballerina turns my

pain to whimsy.

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Haiku Truth

Gut-wrenching knowledge:

that I love you but I'm not

in love with you still.

~~~ Sπ

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My Earthworm

Laying in the sun,

I decay, decompose, deteriorate.

I rot.

I feel the warmth on my flesh.

My body breaks down.

I'm hot.

Squirming in the grass,

you believe, beautify, befriend everyone. You see.

You're a detritivore.

Earthworm transforming.

You be-

Become an angel,

ushering the dead

back into land of the living.

You harbinger of change,

breaking down my body,

nourishing organisms.

How forgiving.

That's our metaphor,

the story of us.

You turn me into something light,

giving me a purpose

that goes beyond myself.

Without you, I am stagnant,

danger, a blight.

Together we are

beautiful, alive.

The nature of the world is that

you and I will find each

other in every time.

Our love is a fact of life

now and in past.

~~~ Sπ

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Depression

Constant Headache plays for the 34th time in my ear, and I cover my head with a blanket so the world around me looks as dark as I feel.

I pray for the Lord to take me, even though I don't believe. There has to be an existence where I'm not filled with distress and fear.

Thoughts of death swirl in my mind, enticingly.

The only thing keeping me in one piece is the prospect of committing suicide but ending up alive.

After all, if I'm in the hospital, how can I be a good employee?

I can't afford to take off work and lose all that money.

So here I lay in the darkness, in this depression, wishing none of this were real.

~~~ Sπ

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We Fall

quiet cremation of humanity

a silence in the weeds

abandoned love

no empathy

empty buildings and ghost towns

crumbling

now we

fall.

~~~ Sπ

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Good Boy

My muscles now ache,

a reminder every time I move

of how my legs contracted when your

tongue danced upon me,

of the way my back arched while you

stroked, stroked inside me,

a reminder every time I move

that I'm your good boy.

~~~ Sπ

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Plant life

With celery toes and a pumpkin for a head,

my produce body yearns to be dead.

I have carrots for fingers and kiwis for ears,

out of my egg yolk eyes flow salty tears.

From the big grocery store I was gotten,

now returning to the ground I shall rotten.

~~~ Sπ

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On Falling Out of Love

When I fell in love with you

your laughter played in my ears like my favorite song.

My skin memorized how your body felt on mine

Your beautiful visage etched within my eyes.

The way you kiss ingrained into my lips.

Your name branded into my tachycardic heart.

But when it started to feel wrong, I left.

Though I didn't fall out of love with you.

How could I?

We separated, but the memories didn't depart.

Always and with love I will carry you in my heart.

~~~ Sπ

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Leaf

Once crisp, the leaf softens under the wetness of the rains.

Once green, the leaf browns while revolving around the sun.

What once encouraged life through production of oxygen

itself decays in the cycle of death, becoming

nothing but a memory, just some dusty remains.

~~~ Sπ

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Rotting

Maggots creep out of the ventricles

in my anatomic heart.

The rotting lump inside my chest

produces a putrefying stench.

You romanticize my death.

I jumped off that ledge,

and now you say I'm in a better place,

that in the afterlife,

I'm at peace.

Conveniently,

you ignore my illness.

I fell, a tragic accident,

unexpected mortality.

You leave a rose on my grave

to make me pretty.

But all I am is a disgusting

corpse breeding disease.

A sack of flesh being devoured

by dormice and rats.

Festering wounds seeping

with insects and pus.

I am filth that reeks.

Foul fluid oozes externally.

Finally, my corporeal body

reflects the real me.

~~~ Sπ

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Leaving Me

There's a

violence in the way

people always leave.

How the

loneliness fills my lungs,

suffocating me.

How the

indifference gouges out my eyes

so I can't see.

How the

shame mutilates my skin

until I'm no longer me.

They're gone but the

hurt remains so

excruciatingly.

~~~ Sπ

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Anger

The stallion riding in the dark of night,

the black hole pulling creations of all kinds,

the deepest trenches of the sea with life unseen.

She shines harshly like a spotlight at the back of my car.

She is the neon gas station lights buzzing.

She is there when no one else can see.

It's the angler fish hunting for hidden prey.

It's the black bear that fights for its young cubs.

It's the wolf who cries into the moonlit skies.

It encompasses me fully,

this crumpled ball of paper.

This is the anger inside of me.

~~~ Sπ

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Cutting Your Hair

I'm close enough to smell your scent.

My hand brushes against your ear,

and I run my fingers through your

hair as I comb it back.

How I wish I had the pleasure

of doing this daily.

Your shirt is off so it doesn't

collect the remnants of your hair.

I'm daydreaming of laying on

your chest while I carefully guide

the razor. Ever so

gently I push your head to the

side, the same way I would do so

if I ever have the

opportunity to kiss your

neck. But this is probably the

most intimate we'll ever get

because I'm just your friend,

buddy, the one who cuts your hair.

~~~ Sπ

[reeces--pieces]

winter wonderland

peppermint and ice the sun burns winter slow this glacial freeze will last a moment if you go ahead and close your eyes i taste your scent every now and every then wondering where i got so misled i see all white, now and forever my retina burnt with holy light fair is fair and odd gets even cut off it's tail and watch it slither lead it back to its promised land and watch it grow anew again write your name on the land as if it were a jacket come back in a thousand years and let me know how it goes