L. V., I Found This Poem When You Let Me Walk Around Your Mind

you solar flare, enkindle all

lounging poolside plague the apartments nearby yeah, im on your back you're, easy to second god them assume i need your — i really need your — my theoretical models more shameful than Jane Birkin theses and ripped red camelias these are no times for innocent eyes, bordellos our overeducated elbows — passers-by pre-September matchsticks arrival of late — trains you've seen it all, all it seems you've, waved goodbye, if it's fantasy made of swallowtail sensation drunk on your humid breath, — chisel your truths out: of my Mongol hordes hands that warm-up Prajnaparamita Sutra three am — is never deceased, a mouth of Korean cabbage heatwave artform, and we can superglue like last two pages, silky moist after hurricane rains

wandering illusions

they all have your face, except

you look happy. that’s how i know

this is not real.

~K.T.

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just a vacuum cleaner

that sucks away

the sorrows of the world

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just baking soda

that unclogs the drain

that has become my life

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just a broom

that swipes away the sins

under the bedroom carpet

smile, they say,

and i will, for

how many skulls

have you seen

frowning?

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)

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I'm going to asphyxiate xdddd

An authentic experience of me, reading the Silmarillion for the first time, trying to imagine what Melkor looks like:

Me: If the Ainur can choose how their fanar appear, then I bet he'd go for something physically intimidating... Tall, then. Most likely wierdly white-gray pale, too...

Me: Long, dark hair... Dressed in black robes, ooh! What if they pool at his feet when he stands, so it's kind of like he's emerging from a puddle of darkness... and... hmm.

Me: Why does this sound... familiar? W-who does it remind me of...?

Me: ...wait.

I am so sorry.

cut short

I like flowers. For funerals and celebrations. Dead and alive. I like the earth. How it heals and harms. A dangerous home. I like space. Forever expanding away from me. I become smaller by the day, by the second. I like myself.

The beloved form of my cosmic horror, Art by Lucas Garcete

As Moth Is Drawn To A Flame

Attraction

like a moth to a flame

Irresistible

to the glitters of gold, to a

desire for sensuous beauties

From a harmless candle

to a dangerous fire

Folded eyes long for light

from faint familiarity

to rogue recognition

Stimulation

by an arousing emotion

Destruction

awaits the wild imagination

as thoughts lead to actions

Fools

choose deliberately

a wit without wisdom

Popularity draws the young

as Moth is drawn to the Flame

©Johnny J P Lee

13 December 2024

Gogyoshiren Poem (20)

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Maaaaaaan, this is good. I love your stuff

Hello Realm! A brief showcase of different oc regions

Song: 안녕 아희 (feat.UNI)

I'm pretty sure it's like that when I send screens/talk about story/lore to my friends xd

How my Limbus posts probably sound to my non-Project Moon fan mutuals

Bleebus Blorbus the Flesh-Rending Giraffe is a metaphor for childhood neglect and toxic relationships, which is very fitting how its E.G.O. Skin-Eater went to Tom Sawyer. Skin-Eater Tom Sawyer synergizes really well with Ten-o-Clock Flash Mob Office Fixer Tom Identity for Bleed and Rupture damage and may also give her ties to The Hat Man in her upcoming Canto.