How weird these two-leggeds are, That they miss the point of life. Always racing toward somewhere, As if stillness were a sin, As if the world must be conquered Rather …
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(shitty) Poetry
To the vagabond, To the derelict, To those labeled insane or crazed Whose frame of mind is lucid We are the ones to whom others hold dear, Long after our …
Don black with drapes of vigor Skeletons proceed with quease and quiver When thy homunculus concede And the dark yearns for me Fed flesh, but greater still Cannibalize a person’s …
Carry on, ye’ darkest depths; Poseidons’ realm doth hith’r, Why, Davy Jones locker accepts, The intrepid; wane to with’r. For none wallow in the bed of seas— For some swallow …
A curious contraption, this two-way glass, It peers through the future and dredges the past. A marvel of science, a tool of delight, But oh, the peculiar things it brings …
What Must It Take? A hybrid poem/article By Mitchell Ryan Distin, PhD How many more wildfires must it take— skies choked black, horizons bleeding red— before we see the matchstick …
Life ain’t just a simple shuffle from gene to group, It’s a grand, tangled waltz, full of loops and recoups. Selection plays tricks, both high and low, Spinning a web …