I think

it's funny that no one reads these posts i was born in the east by some lakes there are big ones and the trees have all been used long ago pennsyltucky we'd call it and listen to the swoop of a swallow glide past the glass water top not many people like to read there some do I liked to but rarely had time since I was young and in school running around playing and trying to see


-Lahmadaj

I wish

to rip out these lymph nodes and burn them in a pail
I want to laugh as they melt into charred flesh and the pain leaves my body
I want to continue to dismantle this form

run around asking questions
someone gives you an answer
thinking it not so useful
run around asking questions

no one has any fucking idea

I have no idea

I had an idea, many actually

but the thrash has diminished them
the coarse iron that grates and scrapes my back
once pulled
once pushed
continue infinite

thought had made it
thought it would be better
spent so much time as younger doing what was needed
none was needed
to end here stupid and bored
my center heavy and raw
tried for the moon
tired

soothe that ache little one there is no world there is no one

again with the broken
throw on more fuel
disappear in its blazing

-Lahmadaj