P994 Baby chimera
I'm a chimera
But my mood's off
I hiss when I'm pissed
I'm throwing a hissy cough
I can't blow fire yet
I'm sort of still a baby
I'm learning how to get mad
My temper is never a maybe
You better watch out
I don't much like men
Toxic dumb bipedal apes
I'd much rather snack on snakes
P992 The twilight beast
The sunset melts around me
The sun has gone down
There isn't much to look forward to
The night's approaching this town
I live in the cracks between
When people fall asleep
Or when they imagine things
Quite quick on my feet
It's twilight moments like this
When you're far from safe
When night's fast approaching
You can never escape
You can't run away from me
I'm in your mind
There isn't anyone to save you
Or any hope to find
It's just me and you, you know
Your deepest fears are mine
Your nightmares all granted
Forget the goodbyes, there isn't any time
You better start the screaming now
If you want to try
Because as the blood drains
Your throat is very dry
Forget the exaggerated hopes
Your worst fear is finally here
It's the twilight beast that's here to feast
I'm all yours, your nearest dear
You worry too much
Your mind isn't sound
I wouldn't worry about the corpse
Nothing about you will be ever found
P985 Hermit Crab
Who am I you ask...
I'm a hermit crab
A very boring being
I lead, a life quite drab
A stern and silent fellow
Whose life's very still
I'm all about this shell
That's not even mine
Without it I'm frail
And the mollusc doesn't mind
My exoskeleton is rather weak
I'm a softie creep
Nature tinkers, not good designs make
I'm brittle, extremely easy to break
That's why I have to steal
Now you know why
There isn't any other way
I can't even cry
Oh you're still here
You rather like my oyster
The world isn't enough I see
Are you a shell collector?
You want it all, even my roof?
Just a souvenir to remember the land
Keep it lying gathering dust
While I die, scorched by the sand
Well you disgust me human
I'm considering a pinch
Run away before I decide
Crustaceans don't flinch
P979 Oddly sinister
It's oddly sinister
A lifeform with piercing eyes
I don't much like the sound of it
Or its awful advice
But I'm stuck
I don't know what it is
Or what I need to do
It's a dark lonely critter
That's holding me like a glue
It tells me
"You can't escape
When your friends have fangs
Your people more poisonous
Than deadly mercenary gangs
The well wishers don't wish you well
They wear all sorts of mask
Masks are cheap they look real
What more can you ask
Dishonest people make you look
Worse than them, because you're right
They sling all the mud they have
You're not equipped to fight
The world will, based on composition
Go to hell and plenty worse
Or there won't be one when they are done
Nothing to reverse
So you should end your life
Your honest to a fault
There's no place for faulty parts
I know where it hurts
I prefer you become a poltergeist
Frequent the living frequently
Scare the shit out of their christ
Scar them horribly
Strangle turds through their throats
Listen to their screams, aches and croaks
Strangle them but keep them alive
Rinse, repeat and thrive"
P977 I drink tea
I'm confused
I lost my focus
Motives diffused
I can't think straight
I need a break
A blend of tea infused
I like tea
It makes me whole
Without it, you see
I'm quite a morbid soul
My thoughts are fretful
My edges get sharp
I lose the sweet nerves
I become a bitter harp
When strangeness mix
And sanity departs
I need a cup of tea
To put back the parts
I might say I've tea in my veins
Not blood like ordinary folks
My thoughts aren't bound by chains
I don't believe in rustic hoax
P975 The reaper was grim
The reaper was grim
I had called him
I was tired of my soul in a way
I asked him to take it away
He said he wasn't so sure
There wasn't any place
A bug in the upgrade core
The beta was utter disgrace
So he sat down we held hands
Two sweet souls terrified
How tech had changed the lands
Very sad we both sighed
He drank a cup of tea
The special Darjeeling
He said he had to rush to the sea
That was the next thing
The man I could tell
Knew a lot
Although he looked rather pale
His wit was quite on the spot
For instance he wasn't in a hurry
Explained without dumbing down
He was fond of spicy curry
Saw a red stain on his gown
I thought it looked like blood
He said it was the curry
Made from dead cow cud
Human brains in a slurry
He was into raw he said
Didn't fancy cooking
He eats the cook when he is fed
He didn't much Iike the living
Sweet old man
He said he'll come again
He didn't have many friends
Nobody liked the stain
The guy is really very grim
Don't ever fuck with him
Remember if you want to live
He doesn't forget or forgive
P974 It was a thing
It was a thing
Without shape or form
Made from lines I had drawn
I always draw it when I'm sad
Or when my mind is gone
I have these odd visits
Visitations from beyond
Wispy threads of reality
That are hard to grasp
And will not last
A kind of brittle bond
I have a terrible feeling
I'm not alone
That I have something in me
That always comes along
When I'm hurt
It always stays with me
It's my mind, I'm afraid
It's not very well
In it there are mysteries
Where all the strangeness dwell
I can't explain
I'm not that good
These things aren't very kind
I sound weird
But if I'm right
I may be losing my mind
P968 Colors tell a tale
Too many people
Empty mindless
Too many thoughts
Consumed with self love
Too many opinions
Fewer choice
It's hard to accept obscurity
But when you are in a few billion
That's not only not obscene
Anything other is absurdity
Chockablock dense
Less substance more pretense
Wooly logic magical whim
Dire very dire
Prognosis dim
Still the colors tell a tale
Of life, of how it's fleeting
That this is the only moment
We get to be this way
For what it's worth
In deepest despair
In the loneliest hours
I see some hope in fear
Barefoot on the grass
Playing air guitar
A mess of memories
Voices from far
Brain-melting puzzles
Cartoon hero shy and dull
A world full of struggles
Unnerving lullaby lull
P961 I am hazy
I'm a bit nondescript, kinda fuzzy
You can't draw me, I am hazy
To see me you have to disentangle
Made of strings in a circle and triangle
In a jumble of lines
The truth is faint and hidden
The deepest corners of the mind
Far removed and forbidden
I am just not here, I could be everywhere
To find me, you must think, not stare
It's just how the world works
It just another one of those quirks
All you want to do is think nothing
Is the matter, when it's everything
An analyzed life is
A mind unseen
Then the face is a blur
As it should've been
I'll persist in the imagination
Like these squiggly lines
Of no description
Of my dark times
P959 I am pretty
I am pretty with a red lipstick
I was fat, now I'm a stick
Oh well I don't keep it in
I'm not feeling good in denim
But my necklace is stunning
Don't you think it's nice
I paid the fat price
And my hat what do you think
Nobody could get better than that
I was so fat, now look at me
I have the figure of a reverie
I'm worth a thousand dollars just in shoes
I don't have it in this, please excuse
But you're not sure I look good?
You should ask me out, I would!
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