jasper-kasper

I want to be lost in the woods.
Communing with the trees and critters.
Visiting each mushrooms at the edge of paths
feeding on the dead and discarded.
Silent immobile vultures of the forest floor.

Mycelium gripping fallen logs
strewn across the overgrown walkway.
Fairy circles leading to other worlds,
may it be to Death or God.

Morsels sprinkled thru the hills,
extrusions off the tree,  thriving.
Fruiting bodies popping up every place
exuding from the mycelium web underfoot.

Spores liberated into the wind
scattering by the wind.
Riding the zephyrs to new home land
swiftly to the next dead mound.

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"Nothing is wrong with it."

"What the hell are you talking about. Just looks at it." ​

"What does that even mean 'A Problem'?"

"The color is covering the lines, no defined shapes, and what do you tell your friends."

"The lines are suppose to disappear. That's the point. There are no definite thingness in this world and we're constantly in a cycle of evaporating and reconstituting. Maybe it needs a thin blue line for you to get it?"

"What do you mean that's the point? What's that suppose to mean? Evaporate and reconstitute? Pretentious bullshit. And don't start with that police state bullshit. I do not have the time."

"Same. And no its not bullshit, pretentious for some. Simpl

Submitted to OCPoetry but really want some review or thoughts on this

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xistcq/pills/

Today is not a good day,
they hardly are anymore.
Even on the good ones
I trip over old scars.

The pills at night keep me upright
out of bed and functioning.
The pills I use to take
took away the body aches.
Only enraged my self hate
and knocked me off my feet.
Lost in the hope of a new start
I can't live up to the hype.
My body depleted from the trials
though I trudge and limp along.

Golden thread of life
taunt,
frayed,
and splayed.
Hoping to catch some light
from the glimmers of hope passing by.
I stand here now and true
eyes open to what is new.
A future where my darkness subsides
and

Here you are creeping up again
Never having left, just taking rest
Boa Constrictor wrapping around my chest
Holding my breath I wait for what's next

My stomach turns remembering our last dance
Laying in bed wanting for you to just pass
Watching the days go by weeks at a time
No way to extricate myself without a crime

Knowing you bided your time
Lingering in my mind
Not knowing how you'd rise
Having been chemically baptized 

Tears pooling up behind my eyes, waiting
Rivers blocked with determination, waning
Trying to keeping you constrained, straining
Reflecting on the good days, disintegrating

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Years slid by
toiling for your eye.
Just one,
the second would come.

Blindly pining
for the truth in your words.
Knees weak by your side
our moonlight guide.

Neighborhood watch
with headlight spotlights.
Our hands jingle against each other
like keys craving to be held.

In my driveway. In your car.
Talking around our feelings
we're hiding in the dark
from what we sought.

Warm embraces, saying good-bye.
We burnt our hearts
Crossed our lines.
but no more.

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The past is gone
I can't live in the present
Just visions of the future
The handy craft of a dead man

A two faced contortionist
Authority of charades 
Drowned in his blood
That still pumps thru me

Stuffed into a box
Buried by age
Surfacing my rage
This cage you built

Performing my role
Not keeping score
Just let me go
My soul is too sore

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I sit in this chair
sweating,
breathing,
and waiting for the crash.

Then your demand
to deny who I am.
What I feel.
What is real?

Defensive restrctions
built up over the years.
Shaping who I am.
Not knowing when to care.

Now to reshape
what's left to go.
Reading new lessons.
Making new roads.

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