Some Days, You’ll Learn To Be Selfish, Too

My father’s laughter  

Was so loud,  

I could never tell if it was joy or pain.  

What a terrible thing it is,  

To watch your father’s pride  

Fade away  

I’m sorry you had to carry a weight  

You never asked for.  

I miss you.  

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.

I know you do not exist

But you think you do

Looking for darkness

In broad daylight

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)

Photos: Unsplash Images

Thoughts like koi flop from

a stranger's wishing well mouth,

toxic with copper.

At evening when I arrived - nowhere a thousand imaginations rose up in me like an enchantment I gave my hands hopelessly into it saw dusk graze itself blindly across the winter hills, blue as its heart and pitched myself into its apple where no arms may hold me but the echous ribbons of a long-lost past

I...I got tagged? Who dare drag me out from under my rock-- oh it's you! Let's see

Last song:

Last book: Possibly the first horror book ever made: Book of Revelations : D. Due to certain circumstances, college and stuff, I'm unable to get back to more fun literature (House of Leaves, open your doors to me again, I beg you).

Last movie: I don't really watch movies, I just can't really find strength to. I suppose the last one would have been...The Green Knight? That was almost a year ago, holy shit.

Last TV show: Trigun Stampede

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: I like all of them, as well as bitter, sour, rich...

Relationship Status: Single

Last Thing Googled: The Green Knight : v. Totally not because I was afraid I was misremembering, nooooo.

Current Obsession: None, I have very much trouble with becoming invested in things. Sure, there are some where I probe into them, but it never is strong enough to be called obsession. That being said, I am most enchanted by Project Moon and Limbus Company. Very cool, would distort again.

Looking forward to: in no particular order

The end of exams

Meeting with my friends

Playing more of DND under Guidance of our beloved DM @trash-ainu

READING HOUSE OF LEAVES, PLEASE LET ME BACK, I WANT TO KNOW

Finishing therapy

Beating Library of Ruina

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Last creative project worked on: I'm not really a creative project person. I guess I made a character and short story for our DND game? Wrote some shitty poetry here and there, and there's a Google drive full of dumb WIPs, like Lancer one shot, weird scifi stuff, story about man hanging in a room... I'll never finish them, but they're here, to taunt me, to laugh at me.

Now, tags, not many, bc I'm kinda a recluse, definitely don't have 10 ppl who I'm comfortable asking, soooooo here's 3 (Yeah, I know, breaking the rule, I'm sowwy ;_;)tbh xd

@postictarus , @crowded-empty-places , @kaytpoems , and open tags for anyone who wants to be interrogated :33

(no pressure, and sorry if I'm bothering you)

10 things for 10 people you'd like to know better:

I also started a new post because these things really do get so long!

Thanks for tagging me @valar-did-me-wrong and @gingeragenda

Last Song:

Last Book: The Silmarillion (dipping in and out as research for my fanfic).

Last Movie: I honestly can’t remember 🫠

Last TV Show: The Traitors

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Savoury just pips it for me

Relationship Status: Married

Last Thing Googled: Wolverine running naked into a barn (was for a conversation I was having with a friend 🙈😂)

Current Obsession: Melkor, Adar, Gil-galad

Looking Forward To: My birthday

Last Creative Project Worked On: My fanfic

No pressure tags for @greenleaf4stuff, @iwanderbecauseimlost, @whenimaunicorn, @varda-starqueen, @strifes13, @small-carbon-lifeform, @marilynshamu, @perlen-gold, @gracefallingart, and @marshmellin (also anyone else who’d like to play).

Distant, whispered ache.

An age between and high stakes.

Leap we didn't take.

writhing, decaying in endless cycles

Unknown Author - Poetry

The music’s still playing as her feet walk out to the sea At the fringe of a lifetime, as her lips whisper to the breeze Does the world turn this calm or’s it the slow rush of the sea Follow me out here Follow me deep