Twisted and tangled in webs of my thoughts and fears,
Unsure of the future, confused of the past and uncertain of today,
I am left with nothing more than questions of who and where.
Uncle Sushi
Archive for the 'Poetry' Category
Gone Crazy
January 26, 2007Running
July 31, 2006They’re coming. They’re right behind me. I’m running as fast as I can, but they’re catching up. I need to run faster. If they catch me, there’s no telling what they’ll do. I’m running and tiring out fast. I can barely keep going, but I have to. I have to run, I have to. I [...]
My Poem About Chicken
March 21, 2006I like chicken.
I like chicken because it has skin.
-Probable Sushi
My Poem About Cheese
March 21, 2006Cheese.
Cheese. Cheese…Glorious cheese.
Delightful cheese!
Delicious geese!
I love cheese because cheese can be eaten on its own!
…In lumps, or morsels. Or slivers off the end of a knife.
I love geese, because geese can be eaten on their own!
…In lumps or morsels. Or slivers off the end of a knife.
Cheese.
Some people put jam on top of it. Some people [...]
Wake up
February 17, 2006Trapped in the rut that you’ve created for yourself
…as a safety net…
Distortion of life all around.
Thanatos grips your legs,
Trapping you,
Stifling your swirling essence.
Watching the trees as their leaves wither,
As the colour drains from your inner flower’s petals,
You cry not for what you have lost,
but for what you have allowed yourself to throw away.
Searching-feels so close, [...]
Revealing…
February 17, 2006As you sit there,
glumly draining,
lethargically wallowing.
Expecting our words to manifest your comfort,
ushering us into your world,
to be scattered…
I turn to you and give you my truth;
The sound of brittle glass shattering is heard inside your head.
You are so caught up in this game,
True self long forgotten.
You have become your role,
merging with the vessel in front [...]
Repeating Reality
February 12, 2006CD’s, cars, elbows;
Scratched. Red.
Dishes, glasses, hearts;
Broken. Gone
Onions, money, glances;
Stolen. Confessed.
Photos, car keys, happiness;
Lost. Searched for.
Finders’ keepers, losers’ weepers.
My Hole
January 19, 2006Can I ever? Will I ever?
I never could. I never will.
Or so I felt.
This battle within myself – to push against the pull.
Me against my world.
My world built on delusion and confusion, love and hate,
It’s a powerful force that burns inside me,
Forever pulling against my push.
An unseen scale, weighing down my own self destruction.
It seems [...]