The Kindness Of Monsters Was Never A Lie But Always Served Some Other Goals

Words all jammed together.

No room in your mouth

for all your heart's burdens,

they spill out. A red mess.

There is no vacancy in me,

empty as I am. 

I have no price.

You can't stay.

FRAGMENTS

Fragments, oh fragments

Small pieces of brokenness

Time chiseled off moments

in detached consciousness

Shattered hope and dreams

In solitary confinement

Fear, in suppressed screams

Enforced early retirement

Retained disappointed feats

Trigger the onset of delusion

Unto bowing lowly in defeat

Reduced to utter confusion

Blasted, stripped of dignity

Unretrieved pieces of unity

Fragments of human sanity

©Johnny J P Lee

(Novelist, Author & Poet)

A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)

Photos, Unsplash Images

Ephemeral blooms

Dress the portico pallid

Yesterday's resolve in soft translation,

Have I always dreamt of fervour

Have I always ached for more

I meet the teasing loss

From where it lingers,

Self evolved lament

It will often be a season

The curious untethered

Reaching out for loves return

roles reversed, crumbling in dust enough to cave in the lungs of titans. don't force me to breathe anyway, it's pointless in the grand scheme of cigar marketing. all for standing outside and watching the rays of sun stretch their limbs and lie down for the evening but the true beauty comes when all the pawn shops facing east are religiously nocturnal.

a hopper of trains, we can be out of here, we can be slugs happily avoiding the minefield of saltshakers set up to watch us perish. a tale as old as grandfather's medals, tears stinging eyes, hometown roaches feasting on nuclear Thanksgiving; part the lips and caught the tongue trembling common knowledge. that the boxing gloves hooked on the wall have touched their fair share of tender cheeks and retiring will only cause the maroon to solidify.

nap away the wrongdoings of foreign-feeling nausea. spin the story like a top on the evening reporter's desk laden with load-bearing ash-pokes the size of his ideals surrendering to keyboard gestures of love and floundering reputation.

everything’s moving too fast

it feels like most days, i’m

standing still, observing the 

movement as it blurs past

my tired vision.

~K.T.

Are you breathing only  

Because the world demands it?  

Do you move through life  

Just to check off the boxes?  

Dear one,  

Have you ever paused  

And not because you were told?  

Are you smiling only  

To hide what’s aching inside,  

Or do you laugh  

Because it genuinely sparks joy?  

Friend,  

Have you wandered outside  

And not just to run away?  

Have you truly lived  

For yourself?

writhing, decaying in endless cycles

Water Torture

drip Her symptoms accumulate drip into a small puddle of worry drip that trembles with every drip that hits drip Light shatters on the bro- drip ken surface drip Darkness growing below it drip I don't cry drip That's a lie drip My tears only drip down to deepen the pool drip

drip Every day the drip of rain drip Nobody knows drip the pain she's in drip She swims drip light headed drip hardly sleeping drip hasn't eaten in days drip Blood count goes up drip and down drip A scan of an enlarged drip spleen drip She's finding it hard drip to breathe drip

drip The doctor is dissmisive drip The doctor is rude drip The doctor is drip unavailable drip We're googling symptoms drip we hope we're wrong drip The water is rising drip I hope she's strong drip She waits drip and I hope drip I hope drip I hope drip

drip She vomits drip she bleeds drip she cries drip and it's just another drip in the end- drip less freezing drip expanse of drip sea

Every day I am

Discovering something new

My branches expand

Every season isn't spring

I allow myself to rest

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What if I wrote a thing...?👀