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kudzuhaiku


She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.

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  • 50 weeks
    It's late

    But my brain isn't quiet. I'm stoned out of my goddamn gourd. Don't worry, it is just my usual regimen of drugs. That's how I spent a lot of my time now. Wasted. Doesn't really help with the pain much, but makes it a bit more tolerable. All of my drugs cost over 5 grand a month. That's what it takes to keep me going. I'm in somewhat better shape because of all of it, and there's a few bright

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  • 60 weeks
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  • 90 weeks
    Today, life changes forever.


    It's been a long, long road to get to this point. A big thank you to everyone who has been with me during this journey.

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  • 90 weeks
    Big changes are happening


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  • 114 weeks
    I suppose it is time for an update

    Been meaning to this, and I've become the King of Pro-Crasty Nation. I kept wanting to report, but there was nothing to report, no good news at all, so I just... didn't. Sorry. Went a bit silent on my end. It just sorta happened.

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Jun
11th
2014

Bad poetry · 9:23pm Jun 11th, 2014

I once tried to be a poet
But I think I blew it
I worked real hard to find my groove
But once I found it
It slipped from my fingers
It rolled over the floor
Under the couch
Hung out with dust bunnies
Looking for change in the darkness
It found a few nickels
A dime or three
A dull dirty existential philosophy
Does that constitute change?
So I abandoned my groove
In the dust bunny commune
I just left it alone
It wasn't worth finding
It isn't like I threw it away
I just couldn't be bothered
What did my groove ever do for me?
Poets aren't happy people
Idealists are never happy
They've seen too much of life
And been left bitter
Ignorance is bliss
Enlightenment is anguish
Smiling and stupid
Or
Scowling and savvy
Bitter and grooveless
I abandoned my pen
And then my paper
Instead I carved the words
On my stone hard heart
Where no one could see them
Hidden scars that bear a message
Unshared wisdom
Hidden pain that promises
Absolutely nothing
Because it can't be read
No one laments
A poet gone silent
Nobody knows
What the world has lost
They pass you on the street
Broken and defeated
They look like everyone else
But on the inside there is a story
Words of painful meaning
Carved into hardened hearts
Be watchful of whom you pass
A writer needs a reader
The dust bunnies inherit the groove
And the world is left a poorer place
As the poets fall silent one by one

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Comments ( 16 )

wow- this poem is really good

Kudzu! How many times did dad tell you that 'there is a time and a place for everything'...

...everything except poetic blog posts.

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2199329

Not sure I understand the context of what you are saying.

People think I can't write a poem.
But they are so wrong, I can write a poem.
I wrote this one, I wrote this poem.
And I gave it the title: Binky's poem.
SO SHUT UP!

-Binky Barnes (from Arthur)

i dont mind poetry blog posts, but can you write all your poems in one post rather than give me 8 feed notifications?

2199358

Don't worry. I am done. For now.

No more bad poetry. The nightmare is over.

Now imagine how coroners feel when they perform autopsies.

"Dammit, another inscribed stone. Honestly, why do poets even fill out organ donor cards?"

2199337 Ever play one of the older pokemon games where you tried to use a fishing rod when not near water?

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Make it stop....MAKE IT STOP!!!

i was going to make a real dark and existential comment about this blog post but i just couldnt find the words. all i can say is that this touched me in a place i've never been touched before: something i can relate to.

2199703

That actually makes me feel better.

Thank you.

For a long time, I felt silent. It was not a good time for me in my life. I deeply regret losing my inner voice.

2199707 my only regret is that my inner voice is just that, my INNER voice. i have so many stories and songs and ideas up in my head with very few ways to get them out and it's infuriating. it would be nice to make music for people to enjoy but there's no way to get it out there, i cant play music, i dont have such a great way with words, and my drawing is complete garbage. but its not all for lack of trying, i'm getting there! (well, except for drawing, there's no hope for me there :rainbowlaugh:)

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