LooseLacesPoetry

She slips into the room each morning as I flip on my computer and begin work announcing her presence with uplifted tail and golden eyes that seem to glow from mischief Sometimes she grips at my swivel chair claws tugging the fabric sometimes she leaps atop pillows to peer out the window meowing until I open it onto the screen and sometimes she just curls up on my bed to drift into a deep slumber Regardless of her chosen state whenever I take a break for water or a snack she trails along like a small furry shadow who is wont to flop onto her back and trill eager for a belly rub or a plush weasel with which

The night drapes over me, a shroud as dark as a vanquished spirit. My head, heavy, bows under the weight of sorrow, Visions of this world's relentless terrors etched deep within the folds of thought. Will this shadow ever lift? Can we turn a blind eye? Dreams of honor, courage, and purity plunge into an abyss, buried beneath concrete and earth. My heart, weary from the struggle, pulses with a tormenting rhythm. A glimpse of lives once carefree, dancing in ignorance or indifference to the looming storms, under ominous clouds pregnant with fury. When the final flame flickers out, who will stand to bear witness? Maybe, just maybe, a tender rain will fall, rousing us from our stupor, washing away the grime of yesteryears.

Within the boundless realm of existence, we stand as mere mortals, wrestling with a sense of entitlement, convinced that the world is indebted to us merely for our presence. But do we truly deserve praise and glory, for simply occupying space and breathing? Or is it a relentless pursuit, a race with no finish line in sight, a mirage we can never grasp? Our desires are insatiable, we crave more and more, Our yearnings, boundless as the starry night, In ceaseless pursuit of endless delight. Lands vast and treasures untold. We accumulate and accumulate, trying to make the emptiness whole. A comical display of our trivial vanities, and insatiable greed. What's the point of all this gettin'? To win some praise, some fleeting cheer, For all our shiny trinkets and treasures, Before we say goodbye and disappear? Beneath the soil, we shall return to dust, Our bodies, mere sustenance for the worms, As nature reclaims what was always hers. Shouldn’t we yearn for something else, a

I think I am a failure. Cannot make friends for the life of me. Rejected at every opportunity. Cannot sit nice play nice no dice I am stuck in un-delivery. Perpetually waiting for someone to come and save me. Which is very silly. As I am stuck in un-delivery. A waking nightmare where your fortune never seems to be. Where the cards aren’t right and the bets won’t play. Where you can live large as long as it’s imaginary. Where there’s a never ending boundary. Where life is ‘too complicated’ so you stay away. Where you’re a freak of nature so you forget to play. Where you’ve walked off a cliff and now there’s hell to pay. Where you just wanted love but there’s none your way. Where the bets off the table and you’re in disarray. Where you’re coming to terms with your day to day. Where the depression is nothing out of the ordinary. Where you’d don’t know what to do but you’re forced to stay because you’re so fucking afraid to miss it the promised ‘glory’ days but you’re starting to believe

We are all one thing Everyone is everything We’re one entity

In the caverns of existence, Where shadows dance with fractured light, Nihilism whispers secrets to the wind, And existential dread weaves its strange design. The stars, indifferent and ancient, Gaze upon our fragile souls, Their cosmic eyes devoid of judgment, For they know not of purpose anymore. We wander through the void, Seeking solace in empty spaces, Our hearts echoing the void's refrain: "All is dust, all is fleeting." Existence, a paradoxical gift, Bestowed upon us without consent, Freedom, both blessing and curse, As we grapple with its weight. Choices like fractured mirrors, Reflecting many of paths, Yet each road leads to the same dark abyss, Where meaning crumbles like ancient stones. In the quiet of the darkness, Existential dread unfolds its wings, A raven-black specter perched upon our chests, Its talons digging into our ribs. We question the stars, the gods, ourselves, Yearning for answers that elude our grasp, Yet the void remains silent, Its laughter echoing

In this solitary space, a realm of disarray, I sit, the lone spectator of my own play. The world around me, a symphony of chaos, A cacophony of life, a never-ending crescendo. A rat scurries by, a tiny life amidst the mess, Its tiny ears dancing to the world's silent distress. Feasting on scraps, a reminder of survival, In this moment, it's the only source of revival. Beyond these thinning walls, a disturbed coupler rages wild, A couple's fury unleashed, unrestrained and undefiled. Their voices, sharp as daggers, pierce through the air, A symphony of discord, a sonnet of despair. Their anger, a fire that burns with intense heat, Sending icy tendrils that my soul does defeat. But in this madness, I find a twisted solace, For I am not alone in this urban malice. The chaos, a companion, whispers in my ear, A reminder of humanity, ever so near. For in this absurdity, I find my place, A pawn in the game, yet still part of the race. The couple is screaming from across the hall the sound

love it log it leave it I am worried it is not for me. I know you told me. I know you told me. I can’t help but think it’s a lie though. A deadline drawn, erased for a taste of greatness dedicated to all the empty spaces? I don’t think I am good enough. Consistently asking when enough will be enough but I simply do not have the talent. No need to spell it out. Curb my hunger through word of mouth. I don’t know if it’s you deluding me or me. Know well I’m too anxious to see properly. Worried I’ve locked my coffin and I’m now stuck on the outside. Handful of dried dirt to chuck- I beg to be back inside. Let me hide. Terrified of Suicide. Know consistent I’m left out to dry. Probably more wet than anyone else ever let into the backroom. Worried loud I’m doom and gloom. Can’t see the future, ‘shoot for the moon!’ #at-least-you’ll-end-up-among-the-stars! Sandwiched now in ‘what is ours?’. Is there an ‘ours’?. Spend my hours and hours on such a pointless question. It either will be or it

Unfolding memories, like a weird movie, play within my mind— A reel that refuses to unwind, looping selective imagery. A dance of repetition, certain words and phrases collide, Worlds entangled, a vortex in time. Places shift, yet remain the same, Discriminatory pauses etched into my brain. Programmed, perhaps, or a code to break one day, Deja vu, each moment old yet new. What does it mean, this tangled thread of existence? Sensing another plain, a whisper of elsewhere. Listen closely to the echoes, the unspoken truths, Messages to ourselves, unread, awaiting revelation. Can we decode our own essence before we past, Or is that knowledge reserved for another place and time? In the silence, let us listen, for within lies the key, Unlocking the mystery of our souls. Each memory a piece of the puzzle, A fragment of the past that shapes our present. A mirror reflecting our innermost fears and desires, A map leading us to our true selves. Embrace the weirdness, the

Beneath the sun's golden gaze, we stand, Earth's children, rooted in ancient soil. As spring's tender breath awakens the land, A dance of renewal, a sacred coil. This the time of balance between day and night, light and darkness O moon rabbit, keeper of cycles yurning Your soft fur glows in the silver light, as you bound through the sacred grove. Eyes reflecting ancient secrets, bright, Guiding us toward rebirth, hope, and love. Rabbits, nimble and elusive, traverse the earth’s surface with ease. Some say they carry messages from the departed, their ears attuned to secrets whispered by spirits. When the veil between worlds thins, the rabbit’s presence grows stronger. From all eggs, a universe unfolds, A promise cradled in fragile shells, Life's mystery, a tale yet untold, In the alchemy of birth, we dwell. O Egg, vessel of beginnings profound, In your curved embrace, we find our way, From darkness to light, we are unbound, Guided by the equinox's gentle sway. Spring's