Subtle

The smoothest crimes, are perfected subtly
Less asphyxiated, too little to be this much
Punctuation marks, shouldn’t be judged
Slamming doors shut, shunning the ambient
A hollow sand dune you dip your head in
And walk in, with your hands
I mean,
To be quite honest
Sometimes I walk for miles and still wonder where everyone’s at
And other times, I look straight at you, without moving, and crumble
Fear of abandonment; and all you did was abandon
Attachment disorder; and all you did was pull and cut
Hold and slaughter
The wire that wasn’t meant to be touched
Or so it said
On the last note you left
After all,
Smooth crimes are subtle

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Poet Robot – Now Available, Also… Goodbye for now

Couldn’t have said it better. I haven’t been blogging for a while. This is as relate-able as it is overwhelming, in a good way.

A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself

Today’s the day.

You can get the book here:

https://www.createspace.com/5919886

And now for a farewell (for now).

All methods, ideally, self-destruct.

I began this blog as a means of coping with depression, anxiety and anger.

I did so by expressing said depression, anxiety and anger

in jokes which made me laugh,

converting pain into something light and joyous.

But eventually, the natural pain subsides

and I was left with a vehicle

which demanded pain

such that beauty could be created.

So for many months, I asked myself to bleed

beyond what wounds were innately there,

and so the means of liberation from pain

became a trap within itself.

This is not to say I am done writing forever,

only that it is time to change gears,

and for that to happen one must give space.

You can write to me at poetrobot@gmail.com

and I will do my best to reply.

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