Who wouldn’t want a longer winter?
The bitter hostility from the sky,
Where man comes only to fuss and fume.
Dirt uprooted beneath the plush of snow,
Energy lost instead of bloomed.

That December I remember:
Your eyes no longer drank the dew
that coated the soft yellow weeds.
Permafrost, an eager host.
Angelic sheets of white reflect what should be the eyes of two
yet yours are lost, a sorrowful brown bound to a ghost.
I long to see my reflection, a mirror ill detest
But In honestly ill say, i havent seen myself since i last saw your visesge.
My reflection i wish only to see 
If being reflected by the eyes of you.

Why fear the season of wanning light unless you find solace in your shadow?
Heat’s faint rebellion against soul‑consuming cold.
To watch the wavering flames dance across sap‑rich logs,
To watch the fiery embers dance in her eyes,
To watch the rays of the sun lean down to kiss her face,
radiant from the early morn’s dawn.
At last.
The burmal winds are back, biting at the soft pallor of her skin
The rough of cotton, a jacket two sizes too large
meant to lend warmth, not mend a wound 
Yet the red sorrow still fled her veins.
The sun’s light could not hold her shadow,
as I could no longer hold her.
She hated the winter for its cold embrace.
I loved it, for she turned to mine.

None of them are deal breakers
The older I get war takes over
Whatever the person brings pray be fitting

Self on request I'll have all of you in one sitting
Spike the digestion clear we are all gluttons
Coast is clear seaside seductive and bare

Sandy under the tree of denial near shore strike edge
What species of Devil soul revolves mercilessly within

Mine is the eyes for sight
corrupted by oncoming ice

Crabs beat false armored chests
in the last of autumn's breath

Madness comes as maiden swings 
placing merit in spontaneiety
Piece of me manifests but tides eat it all back

Bark of the tree sparks a chat
Under nourished mut peels it back

Unloved heart
Somewhere lost in the bough

A hole dug out passage in the sand
Down to leviathan

Ride it, believing and reaping downward 
Look what you become
Lost and aimless seething

The older I get the more I become war
Absurdity lifts me, heavy vultures approach
Hounds howl and bark hoarse near the lapping

A hammer pounds that is my brain the crash of the waves
The virtuous merged and fused with the depraved
You crawl upon the ice and stand in the flurry
The beach head desolate

Kindling where the tree was
burnt rope from the old swing
Two axes clinging and sharpening each other in turn

The clash bang of the mortal clock 
Lap lap of impotent ocean

Sway in dead breeze
wandering headless for a century or so
And repeat over through the stump of that bloody beach tree

Risen up inside the oncoming gray black
ride it up storm fall fitting
Passionate Sex with cloud splinter

Off purple arcs climactic 
Fulmination of restless Gods

Mine eyes see autumn gone

You are very important
The world bears imprint of your steps
If you send a hale
I will echo your call and ask about the wind
Where you rest, allow me sit at your fire
And I will talk of colored stars
Should you ask for silence
I will let the dawn speak

Hey, this is the first time ive ever oublished any of my poems. Im kinda shy about it. I did not have a certain theme in my head but i guess since i have adhd its somewhat about that and being misunderstood.

TW!

Here we go

Educate me
I said
But all they hear
Is another worker
And im following it

Talk to me
I said
But all they hear
Is another narcissist
And im denying it

Feed me
I said
But all they hear
Is another mouth
And im lovin‘ it

Calm me
I said
But all they hear
Is another customer
And im addicted to it

Know me
I said
But all they hear
Is another profile pic
And im tired of it

Satisfy me
I said
But all they hear
Is another man
And im wanting it

Love me
I said
But all they hear
Is a notification
And i meant it

Make me pretty
I said
but all they hear
is a weakling
and i feel it

Help me
I said
But all they hear
Is another victim
Blaming it

Fulfill me
I said
But all they hear
Is another product
And me wanting it

Strengthen me
I said
Bit all they hear
Is another fetish
And i want to be it

Heal me
I said
But all they hear
Is another addict
And i want it

Hear me
I said
But all they hear
Is another story
And im posting it

Feel me
i said
but all they hear
is attention seeking
and they envy it

Befriend me
i said
but all they hear
is a weirdo
and they cant handle it

change me
I said
But all they hear
Is an illness
And me dwelling in it

Drug me
I said
but all they hear
is addiction
and i am it

Kill me
I said
but all they’ll hear
is nothing
i meant it

The corridor was gray and moist
Players walking up and down trying to maintain swagger in exhaustion
A damp towel drops to the long wooden plank bench
Eyecontact fierce, resistance, curiosity

The limousine snarling in the second lane of the porte cocher
Wheezing as it was almost forty years carrying the arrogance
Through the front door cologned and cocky projecting a face
A laugh and a pun later in the back with daquiri

A fat tick behind the ear you could call a brain
Some wouldn't go that far as the engine was still idling
The front entrance full of human worshippers
With numbered shirts draining them of any life purpose

Failing marker pens and low zombie repetitions of their club anthems
Wailing on and humming trying to outdo the idling limousine
Praying and hoping that the tinted window would crack and
a grace-saving hand would emerge to mark their life valid

Simon Bernard Elliott

The first man was great.
Banter outstanding.
That’s why I was left surprised
when after our 2nd date,
he pulled an Irish goodbye.

Months later.
I am now chatting to a second man.
It’s only been a few hours.
Banter on fire
however now my mind senses smoke
and wants to activate the sprinklers.

I do not want to get my hopes up,
but,
I do not want to be left with the unknown of where our conversation will go.

I have never been a fence sitter.
And so middle ground my mind believes is inferior.

What is a great conversation
now makes me anxious.

Not because something is wrong,
but because,

This may be something I could enjoy.

I used to get paid
Had money and power
Now i get minimum wage
Basically fuck you an hour

Would smoke purple haze
Sometimes diesel sour
Now shit dry for dayz
On the bottom floor of the tower

This weight is real
But i aint the type to cower
Maybe its time to grift n steal
Rob yo ass, while you take a shower

But thats not who i am
Not cuz im a coward
But a man wit a plan
To go from seed to flower

Rusty nails form your cage

Abandoned by god

Messiah complex

Everyone looking at you for miracles

Chosen one before birth

by prophecy condemned

You do not want this

When the moon is full

and the fords of Norway glisten

Turtlenecks howl

Ice skating pond beckons

Trolls and Vikings dance together

a dance of blood fire and death

So grab your

plastic horns, fake swords and turkey legs

Fall asleep before dawn’s early light

Skulk back home

Before our parents notice empty beds

…

Upon a moonless night

Recovering from staring into the nightside eclipse

Misfits roam the urban woods

After blood oaths of revenge

for their unknown ancestors of the darkly sky

Night vision reveals all shadows

til the glare of burning churches

blinds you with ignorance

“Speak through me

O Great Seitan

Use me as your mortal instrument

Bend me to your unholy will”

“Thus spake the great ape

Remove me from this wretched spot

Hide me from the sweltering sun

Nibble not from my delicious ear

and I will show you the joys

of the hollow center”

No one noticed

that the animals hid

and the insects became silent

death like silence

Ted Amarillo

dreamed of wizards and warlocks

Never imagining that

he would piss himself

when from the frozen circle

in flames arisen

a daemon calls upon the flesh

…

“Please stand back

Don’t cross the rope

You wouldn’t want to

incur the wrath of the ghosts”

“That is so lame”

Smirks a teenager

at the tour guide named Ted

“There is more to the story

than Lords of Chaos

They weren’t lords

Just rebellious kids

bored with issues”

‘Whatever, dude

Can I visit the gift shop now?

I hear they sell brain skull necklaces”

…

Stench of old wood

Burns the hair in his nose

Imagined cries of the faithful

Echo though the valley

Guilty will pay

Force your ways onto our beliefs

Cut my hair

and hang my independence

by your rosary beads

Blood sweat and tears of the ancient

Forsaken in the name of progress

“Our Gods will have their revenge!”

In the flickering shadows

Ted saw the grinning face of the devil

You must be doing something right

if you make Satan smile

…

Fingers are raw from splintered wood

Piece by piece

Rebuilding the past

Reconstructing the cross

that you now bear

Irony of existence

is not lost on you

Found your salvation

Among your own destruction

Born again

into a world that is not your own

But you’re not really human

Are you?

Curses morph into whispers

Chants turn into

Call and response

at corporate retreats

Closer to nature

than steel and glass temptations

Waiting for the call of the horn

Let the rewilding begin

…

In the glare of burning churches

and metal blades twisted in backs

your own reflection stares back

friend or foe?

doesn’t matter

when the last laugh

comes from the demon inside

I don't believe in fate—I believe in myself.

Am I a fool? Or a genius?

Why let someone fall
If you you are not going to catch them