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Alex Yao Jan 11
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We do not heed the call.
Would we even hear the trumpets blare?
It's happening right now.
It escalates on every front.
Illusion is our dissolution.
Alex Yao Jan 11
A movie became manifest
I left with an axe
Awkwardness
I ran
And thorns caught me in the ***
I was in a theater when the movie became real we had to fight our way out but leaving the theater it was just normal, and I was suddenly embarrassed by my warrior stance and brandishing an axe so I ran away down the street and got caught in a thorny bush. Couldn't pull the thorns out so I woke up instead
Alex Yao Jan 11
I am that black hole.

For others,
I wore that mask.
For you,
I thought could
shed for but a moment.


Then the door flung wide.
You fled,
and the void inside
became my whole
Instead
Alex Yao Jan 11
I unravel the mythology.
The narrative laid bare
as crude, exposed anatomy.

A relentless disavowal
of essence.

But discarded truths
Are pages torn
From something incomplete.

What I need
May be among
that parchment
I sent flying.
Alex Yao Jan 10
I'm trying,
as fast
as I can
to run out
of things
to say
so I can
go back
to being
a productive
American,
but that's
not likely
to happen.
Alex Yao Jan 10
and
though aware,
the absurdity overflows
to despair

my life
has only trained me
to feel at odds
with what's out there
Alex Yao Jan 10
I have figured it out.

The alchemical formula for love.

- 1 parts pain
- 2 parts fear
- And a whole lotta dopamine (to taste)
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