Tag: feelings

• Sleepasker

  After chain blazing shamelessly My unpitied, unpropitiated head lays Dreamscapes egg laden and hex-scathed Of begging bowls, of negative spaces, of taking oaths Of sewn oats, of sold dope, of frailty, of granges, of grey areas, changes. Mortal-folded clothes angel-molded going mouldy in the only stow Maybe this grape haze ganj has me going scatty,…

  alchemisland

  23rd Jul 2026

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• A hopeless March

  Misery again Sinking, like I went walking through Lincolnshire Fen A sheer fence weak defence against enemy offensives Constantly on the defensive Waiting for something to let slip I tighten the slip into a noose Buds to nip, the final snooze Head heavy as a mounted moose Continuing tantamount to self abuse I must self…

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  1st Mar 2026

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• Card tapping at Dignitas (further house hunting trauma dumps)

  Delay after delay A much needed string change A much needed property for sale Neither city-situated nor confined to wild dales We offered, they took it, here comes happy days I hated the work but I loved the pay I feared the worst and, in a way, loved that pain Close to tight pyjamas and…

  alchemisland

  18th Feb 2026

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• The end of a friendship

  Nothing lasts. Oh, we’ve had our blasts like old cannons  Rusted now, recycled into bravery medals Nothing is fixed, only stone sticks and even that is licked by wind to wind Unglued the affixed things plunge into occluding gloom Here in the quiet room which should be loud, we planned it loud But you were…

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  12th Jan 2026

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• You could never comprehend the depths of my hatred for you, you swine.

  You think your three-pint personality pays your way No such caper as a free lunch, especially not for a fat cunt, mate Out of nowhere One flash and it’s all over The whale’s last roll over before exploding It must be fated, someone somewhere must have known that this was going To happen, there is…

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  11th Jan 2026

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