i don’t need to be human, just closer to her

can you feel
the sparks
flashing over
my blistered flesh
see the carbon
scoring in
blackened pits
as boneshards
jut maliciously
in ivory needles
where skeletal
dysfunction
in a clumsy display
of biological
dismalities forces
my broken frame to
stumble in an
electrical storm
of disillusion
scorching the grass
in a series of
cartoon hearts
to burn the scenic
brown of summer
into a hellstorm
of divinty tinged
ashen reminders
of a time before
we were all nothing
more than the failed
experiments of
the sheer madness
we quantify as god
to dilute the
knowledge there is
nothing out there

we are all
astronauts floating
in a self contained
vacuum of our own
misperceptions
driven by instinct
and avarice to
destroy the things
we hold dearest
because these shaking
hands know more
about tearing things
to pieces in our
simmering petulance
rather than being taught
to build edifices
to the ideals we
preach to others

we can only
guesstimate
the distance between
the stars confined
in the cold emptiness
to stain eternity
the same way
misfiring synapses
distort the distance
between beating hearts
yearning to pulse
in synchronous orbits
so i sit quietly
drinking coffee
while ignoring the
static snapping
along my blistered shell
hoping in this
stagnant immolation
to flare bright enough
to gleam once more
in her horizon

10 thoughts on “i don’t need to be human, just closer to her

  1. Your first line is by my biggest enemy. You keep putting perfect out there and expect me to compete with it. I cannot but still you keep the bar impossibly high.

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    1. The first line of ‘can you feel’?
      I’m guessing you don’t mean Mike personally putting perfect out there and you’re applying it to something in your life, but perfection cannot be people it can only be a personal perspective of souls that match. I think that’s what Mike was getting at.
      Relating poetry to our lives is a lovely thing and one that moves us, no doubt mikes glad you could relate

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      1. OMG YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE. TEN YEARS AND IM NOT THE PERSON YOU LOVE. SHE GETS TO BE THE GODDAMN SPOKES MODEL OF OUR RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE YOU ARE ASHAMED OF ME. YOU TELL ME IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH. IM NOT AS GOOD AS HER ..EVERY FUCKING TIME. THIS DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER BUT TELLS ME YOU ARE TRYING TO PICK FIGHTS WITH ME AGAIN. I DON’T HAVE SOME YOUNG PERFECT GUY AS A REPRESENTATION OF YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE IT AND I WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW ITS YOU BUT NOPE I HAVE NEVER BEEN THW OBJECT OF YOUR AFFECTION IN OUR OWN GODDAMN CONNECTION BECAUSE YOU WANT THE WORLD TO BELIEVE YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER BECAUSE YOU ARE ASHAMED OF ME.

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        1. Oh. It’s you. Hi Tammy. It seems your caps lock got stuck. Again. I don’t even know you. The only person picking fights is you. I am only ashamed at your actions. You have never been an object of anything to me except confusion as to why you insist on doing this every couple of months. I don’t know who fucked you up to this extent, and I hope he suffers for it. But again, it isn’t me. It never was. Please stop.

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        2. Lololol
          Personally, I’m just as shocked as you are that embarrassing behavior like this, on a public forum isn’t high in the list of qualities he’s looking for.

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        3. Hi “Doesn’t Matter”, you do matter. If you don’t matter, the comment session wouldn’t be running hot.
          It’s hard to refrain from commenting/responding when reading you screaming in capital letters. I am not sure if you felt a sense of relief after trying out such anger and resentment. From a reader point of view, it’s hard to not show care and wonder if there is any consolation by saying I heard your scream. Although I don’t understand or comprehend it, only notice that you are hurting.

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