#derppoetry

[teracia]

The rain is calming no matter what is going on

Rain drops pit pattering on my window

Gives me a sense of peace

A calm in the rhythmic sound

The stoccato of each vibration

Brings me back to the moment

The center of my being

Pit pattering on my window

[teracia]

You try to block out so much

Idk. Maybe I'm just the type of person

That wants to actually be close to my

family. But how can I when

An entire or the entire section of my life

Is supposed to be just ignored.

She is my life, this is my world.

And I can't and dont want to change that.

Then you ask me aloud

'Why do you dissappear?'

I am not a curse. She is not a whisper.

I won't be silent. I'm not a doll

Smile and nodding to be the piece of

The puzzle that has to complete

The home.

But its just your 'opinion'

You can't have both. You can't have my

Silence and have me there.

It's the entire daughter or none.

[teracia]

I don’t want to speed down

A rabbit hole

Where I don’t know

What’s coming on the other side

The intentions inflections meanings

I can’t read

Can’t date

Can’t touch

Trying to flinstone stop the car

But it’s down to my ankles now

And useless after no time at all

Oh well headfirst I go

I’m asking for it

All you have to do is say no

And hope it’s not all in my mind

[raindripsonthewindow]

[teracia]

Battles keep brewing in my head Fought against 2 halves of brain matter Connected yet oh so different Scales of sign useless Connections held together with Ducktape and will The loss felt and fighting Itself will never Bring it back. Letting go Of the fight you Know what the path to Reason is but Rooted in glue of fear Cowering before the Open road to the future If I left now I would leave a Life lived but wasted It’s the truth they say ‘Life is wasted on the living’ You blink and you miss it

[lutadora-in-training]

Maybe at some point, when the path of our stars were aligned, we could have been a constellation. But now I realize that even the stars of constellations have gaps that are measured by nonhuman means. There's enough space for thousands of cosmic valleys.

Yet, I still wonder if you ever twinkled for me. Or if the residue of my own glow ever reached you.

[cannotbegforpardon]

Learn how to stop death after phone calls. (NY Times Frontpage 2/7/14)

There's a dark cloud outside the box.

Troves of artworks stolen by dreamlike, wrenchingly human and viscerally theatrical Young People.

Learning to think should not be a reason to ignore soul-crushing repression for the sake of argument.

What happens when reaching any agreement has become appreciably harder?

Certainty is Recovered Unharmed After Theft

An emotional goodbye leaves only her shadow-- creatures of the wind flirt with flouting romance at an arm's length as the identity pendulum narrates a new vision for nothing good. Weakness continues. I, a face in the crowd, the last of the not satisfied.

This is the life of a poet allergic to endings

[teracia]

you and your sighs have seeped into my veins buried their way in from the first time you grabbed my hair by the fistfuls and moaned my name came like a freight train switch on 24/7 you take me from zero to sixty in two seconds without even having to do anything