Thread: Poetry of CoLd BlooDed

Thought I'd stop by and post something from this year, just to show I'm still alive... don't know who's still regular here or what, but here goes.
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LORAZEPAM SHORES

on the frontlines of a lorazepam shore
one could almost feel a completely
synthetic
wave of contentedness washing away

it's a beautiful nothing for those with
nothing beautiful in a world made of
pixelated
screens carrying the people in wired boxes

the Alone are not alone

the insiders wear mirror faces and
reflect the same image
the same image
the same image
in collective shame
and comfort
with desire to live but not knowing how or why

it can be a beautiful something for those
who understand anything in a world made of
mirrored faces
carrying pixel images and nothing else.

but on the steps of an autumn door
one should immerse in the colours of
not just leaves
but the spectrum of ultraviolet life
and infradeath

I like it!

Glad to see you're still alive.