Escapril 2024, Day 2: "The Internet"
A poem constructed from auto-completed searches about the internet on Google.
Topic
Poetry
A collection of 13 issues
Escapril 2024, Day 1: "Change of State"
A poem about the melting permafrost and the consequences.
The Progress You Can’t See
Reflecting on turning 26 and a new personal poem.
suggestions for tories
A poem about the Tories comprised of auto-completed Google search results.
Melancholy of Mine
Pardon my oversharing
and thank you for caring,
but please stop your staring,
your judgement is overbearing.
I assure you I am fine,
I could not write a line
without this melancholy of mine.
Through dark clouds I shine.
Painfully Normal
All the happy people quit speaking my language
The sad souls are laughing at my jokes again
Everyone’s telling new tales, I’m stuck with old stories
Too many remember versions of me I wish dead
Yesterday is for joys to miss and mistakes to regret
Tomorrow is for
Falling For Fire
When I fell for the fire,
I knew I’d get burned.
A desire destined for ash
or a scar if it spurned.
So I settled for sitting beside it,
a mere shadow in its glow.
I’ll confess to the embers
so that the flames never know.
But another
The Terrorgraph
We’ve got tales that terrify
and monsters we love to make.
And we’ve got a devilish deal
to help you shock the sheeple:
You buy one fear,
get all the others free!
We’ll turn the penniless into predators
and say the penny hoarders are prey.
We’ll
Birthday Blues
Another year passes and my first thought is:
what tales will I now never get to tell?
The kind we share over campfires, truths told
in drinking games, drunken confessions shared
under starlit skies that sober us by morning.
Memories of young love, underaged boozing,
enduring feuds, near misses with
Monsters in the Closet
We all have monsters in the closet
We all fear what’s under the bed
But we should not hide our battle scars
Or give them all the spaces in our head
Our monsters are not the same
Yours might be tougher, larger, hairier
If I were to hang my