Gah. If I put this here maybe I can sleep.
guess this is never in action
trust died long ago and
attempts at revival
are ongoing
Thus rose
a calculated understanding
which seized the
cold hard facets
of compliance and
complication
A report
is generated and if I
wasn't already sick
cuz it's not airtight
not quite...
quite.
Toxicity
with some strange
strangling grip
that in failing to seize
may yet eviscerate
and its good friend
Apathy or?
turned.
and then turned
friendly.
sorta.
Ownership
or acquiescence?
And am I to believe words
or the way my presence
was vaguely registered?
the way affection flows
out the air conditioner
maybe not so
absentmindedly?
what. was. behind.
the frosted greeting?
or the ongoing stakeout
til the backs of eyelids were
caught with their pants up
and their guard no longer down
again
not that anyone
particularly enjoys
(and don't I take me down
but it's invited, it's invited
as an only friend I've ever known
and always right)
but certainly not
baggage more than emotional
but ain't I packing? standing there
arms heavy with
bags and boxes and whole ass
mildewed cellars lined with jars
of questionable origin
Do I dress those
I have tried so hard to trust,
With what was done to me?
Or see?
I'm explaining things away
and I've done this before
And I'm so fucking broken.
Apologetic yet
the replay got wound up around
a spiral of a thing
I'm too close to see clearly
Nervous system shrieks and
I must pause to ask myself:
Is the insistent warbling alarm still broken?
Or is the inferno never extinguished?
Poetry by StillHoppin
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Written on 2026-09-28 at 07:41
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Intuition
Soguess this is never in action
trust died long ago and
attempts at revival
are ongoing
Thus rose
a calculated understanding
which seized the
cold hard facets
of compliance and
complication
A report
is generated and if I
wasn't already sick
cuz it's not airtight
not quite...
quite.
Toxicity
with some strange
strangling grip
that in failing to seize
may yet eviscerate
and its good friend
Apathy or?
turned.
and then turned
friendly.
sorta.
Ownership
or acquiescence?
And am I to believe words
or the way my presence
was vaguely registered?
the way affection flows
out the air conditioner
maybe not so
absentmindedly?
what. was. behind.
the frosted greeting?
or the ongoing stakeout
til the backs of eyelids were
caught with their pants up
and their guard no longer down
again
not that anyone
particularly enjoys
(and don't I take me down
but it's invited, it's invited
as an only friend I've ever known
and always right)
but certainly not
baggage more than emotional
but ain't I packing? standing there
arms heavy with
bags and boxes and whole ass
mildewed cellars lined with jars
of questionable origin
Do I dress those
I have tried so hard to trust,
With what was done to me?
Or see?
I'm explaining things away
and I've done this before
And I'm so fucking broken.
Apologetic yet
the replay got wound up around
a spiral of a thing
I'm too close to see clearly
Nervous system shrieks and
I must pause to ask myself:
Is the insistent warbling alarm still broken?
Or is the inferno never extinguished?
Poetry by StillHoppin
Read 1 time
Written on 2026-09-28 at 07:41
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