Ramblin Man

Writer of bad poetry, 28y/o genZ. I have a bad habit of drunk-writing so check out the #RRMfavs tag for my greatest hits (which by that I mean my personal favorites). Cheers xx

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I knew I was in Hades from the very moment my eyes opened.

I’m damned so I’ve dreamt of this; but this was from death I had awoken.

But I’ve no time to waste, I really needed to get going-

Hell itself is no obstacle in the face of my devotion.

For the woman that I love is waiting patient on my arrival,

And I’ll be damned two times over before I miss her walking down the aisle.

I know she wouldn’t be angry; but to me that doesn’t matter

Her body houses my salvation- she is my god; her love my master.

No chains no binds can hope to hold me; no pit deep enough to keep me down,

Whatever direction you see me going is whatever direction she can be found.

Work, R.R.M

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The exigent hope of The Lonely is to, one day, be known by people who are happy to know them in turn.

- Great Anticipations, R.R.M

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Scorched earth, beyond church;

No holy lands left to burn.

Fathers screaming repent, mothers crying relent.

Cease sinning and keep scouring, take every relapse still left.

Straight face over loose lace-

Daisy mind with the dandelion’s fate.

- CRABGRASS, R.R.M

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Blue Eyes,

Stop living that

Blue Life-

Cause we got

Blue Skies

Living with us, today.

Love, give up that

Blue Mind.

I see that it keeps

Blue Trying

To tell you there’s no point.

It makes me

Blue Cry,

To see how hard you

Blue Try;

Please my love, I can see you’re

Blue Tired.

Tell them to kiss my fat fucking Blue-Behind-

If they expect to disturb our

Blue Bed

Tonight.

- Known Mortal Concert Band, R.R.M

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I wonder whether the monotheistic God is lonely-

According to the fancy books they made us in their image…

Who hears Horton give a fuck?

Foster’s Earth for imaginary friends.

- R.R.M, Atheist

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I met the god of Death, and he wanted me to live.

He bade me eat his flesh; to me, his strength he wished to give.

Now their cages cannot hold me; chains tied like ribbons ‘round my limbs.

Their bloodstains upon my cloak, and the color blends right in.

When I found that god again, ‘twas Death what needed me to rescue him.

- Monstrous Child, R.R.M

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You dynamite mother-fuckers are a theater kid’s dream, ain’t ya?

It’s my drama you like about me, but it’s my heart that you have broken.

I was raised coniferous; I burn my leaves before I shed them, and you’ll rake them into the road just like every other autumn.

But I’m twenty-five now, and come Sugar Sunday I’ll have no shacks to shake.

They don’t do cobblestone out-west like where I grew in the North East.

And I can’t tell myself no more whether the red of my heart is red like blood, or is still red like brick.

- Oz, R.R.M

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The species of animal known as Homo sapiens is a species capable of many a great thing.

How Shakespearian it is, the tragedy of a word. It is in the nature of “great” to be both tragic and splendid.

There is a human that history calls Vincent Van Gogh, and they created art so saturated in euphoria that it altered the trade for the rest of ever.

How unfortunate is it then, that members of the same species were those responsible for the great illusion that ‘art is suffering’.

The date is November 3rd, 2022- and it’s before noon Pacific Standard Time. The human who wrote this poem sits in the shower, grieving for a dog named Laika, and they are choking on it.

Sixty-five years ago the same greatness that gave Author their capacity for empathy, gave a team of scientists their capacity for hubris.

Van Gogh wielded greatness to create unapologetic joy, and the same greatness allowed for someone to see Laika’s love and trust just before condemning her to a merciless death anyway.

- Human Instinct, R.R.M

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The bells ring;

The bells ring.

Grandfather Clock and Grandfather Time pant across the back of my neck

As they peer over my shoulders.

Racist, Sexist, and all the other fears outside and between;

Tick Tock,

Time is running out.

I’m newly uninsured; my coverage just ran out, and now my meds have too.

Mother Nature watched from below, and the Moon from above,

But in their defense when this began they were under the thumbs of their fathers until their husbands hands took that place.

So I will not judge them for their lack of interference; you’ll find no judgment from me.

I stand alone on the podium,

I’ll Ozzy Osborn this bitch;

Blood dripping between my teeth and a manic smile on my face-

Cause I was assigned chick at birth but

Now I assign myself as Hellion. So,

In the interest of fucking your shit up

I’ll keep filling (only) some of your molds while I build

(And fill) more of my own.

- R.R.M, Take Me With Salt

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You ever loved someone with a love that shakes the earth? Shakes the sky?

Like, I totally get it; if god was real she’d have made us in her own image

Cause ain’t no one else able to love you like I do.

Not how the moon loves the sun for giving it light-

Not how the sea loves the shore for giving it an outlet to break upon.

I love you how the ancient Greeks loved philosophy.

I love you how bloggers love personality quizzes.

Evolution brought us here just so that I could love you.

- We Always Find A Way, R.R.M

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My mother again explains to me the experience of buying a technicolor tv and watching Wizard of Oz for the first time

And I tell her how it reminds me of re-associating in the dentists chair or how mania cranks the saturation setting in my head.

But it seems that the wizard should gift her with eardrums because she never seems to fucking hear it.

- Yellow Brick Brain, R.R.M

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Bong bong, Fuck ya expectations, Joe Biven can

kiss my ass.

Road sodas in hand, tabs under tongues,

Spotify killed the radio star.

We might worry a bit more if we were our

parents- but

Ain't no kids to worry about, and the whole

family is here.

- Clock App, R.R.M

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For some life on Earth could be Heaven,

And other say Hell is empty cause you can find

devils here.

I must be one of many living in Purgatory;

An existence, listless.

Neither cheap thrills nor violent delights-

Not even the consequences of my own actions-

Can influence me anymore.

- Middleman, R.R.M

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Maybe Persephone wasn’t tricked into eating

the pomegranate,

But what if she didn’t do it out of love either?

What if I understood how Persephone felt?

Call me Eve, but I’d eat the apple too

If life in a garden was the only other option.

- Rock and/or Hard Place, R.R.M

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The first time you found me I didn’t believe it.

I thought it was a farce, a fallacy, a fluke.

We’d met just the once, you couldn’t know my soul,

When those I’d known for years didn’t seem to.

The second time you found me I was afraid.

What would this say about me?

Was I obvious, a fool, would it take just one look?

I was robbed of any chance of reprieve.

The third time you found me I knew;

Because three is a pattern for sure.

I was starting to see you, starting to know you,

I had no desire to run anymore.

You found me and found me and found me.

Even where I forgot I had hidden.

I was your favorite book, you’d take just one look,

And know which closet to look in.

- Hide and Seek, R.R.M

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When my friends tell me their trauma, oh,

How do I reply?

Do I tell them that I’m sick and

Every day I hope I die?

It is not a competition

And if it was I’d hope I’d loose.

I wish that I could help you

But my therapy is booze.

- Alcoholic, R.R.M