i was a star until i shined and could see
straight through my skin and then
i ripped off all my clothes
and i spit out all my organs
i bled blue blood in deep space
all folded up and bent outta shape
tight and twisted i’d fit in a briefcase
i’m a vacuum gonna consume and outpace every dwarf star
i’m like a black hole ready to bloom
my face in every room
up above the mantle
i’m ubiquitous but it’s not substantial
so the suit of skin that i wear,
scarred and stained,
it was hard to be pained but
still i’m sending back the suit
and they will not be paid.
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i've been trying to read my poems to more people, and recently have been making tiktok videos of my readings. Hearing my cadence in and out of my head, the breathes between lines, and bounce of every alliteration section i am starting to get a better feel for when i write... i think :p enjoy my little satire of somethin
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Comments2
I adore the imagery you displayed. It gives this very edgy yet incredibly memorable vision of this poem. I really hope you keep this style up, its wonderful!
Thank you! I have been inspired recently by Kerouac poems and my own existential dread, and i'll keep making 'em as long as you keep readin'!
Well get to it!
love how you weaved so many Spacial references
into these free flowing words of poetic satire..
a great read, thanks for sharing
Thank you L.B. this one had a more cohesive story going into it in my head, the imagery expanded out real fast though. thank you for reading!
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