Statistics

One of the many;

Sometimes we stray amidst the

Statistics- once

Indivisible and prime,

Now expendable, wandering

In the monotony of banality,

We implore!

For we must be the anomaly-

But sometimes dreary is delicious

And distinctive is demonic

I’ll endure as one,

for to unite with the many,

is to endure as

None. 

Crimson

Your face turns crimson;

As a seeping grey consumes me-

Friends become like bubble wrap,

We yearn for them on an unlimited tap,

Yet we as much ache to pop them.

But before you pop the air out of me,

Consider your subliminal fret,

As your cherry-like face glistens in the

Darkness.

Beyond

I used my best clothes the

First Time;

And they are still filthy

With the sweat of family gatherings,

My hands- riddled with

Trepidation and a voltage so strong

That I could shake a hug

Find me some black and white

For only that will soothe my reddening hands.

They never throw you in the shallow end.

All I can hope;

The debasing eyes shrivel so they can see

Beyond the insufficiency,

Beyond the inadequacy

Beyond what is feeble,

Beyond what is pitiful,

Beyond a mockery.

I used my best clothes the

First Time;

And they are still filthy. 

A Martian's view on love

This is a poem written through the perspective of an alien viewing human interactions of love. It is inspired by a sector of poetry called 'martian poetry' which gives perspectives of human life through aliens.  This should be  cryptic so it shouldn't be easy to grasp. Will probably do another post explaining it at some point 

Two-headed creatures share a heart,

But stumble on each other’s limbs,

When their babies are vibrating happily,

Something strangely appears to be wrong.

Then the disturbances stop; together they make

Bizarre noises until they rest their eyes.

Now their heads depart, and delve

Into private fantasies, free from conflict.

Their eyes reluctantly open, but soon they

Assume their customary smiles.

Weirdly enough; they celebrate all of this,

with extortionate paper and glitter

Exchanges of the same dusty words and withering flowers,

But everyone seems equally impressed.

Apart from the Others whom lack attention so

 Instead use their thumbs to communicate

Whilst they go off in pairs and celebrate misery,

 The Others wish for the same pain!

They watch films about themselves

Whilst they indulge each other’s faces

The one-headed creatures stay at home,

Dreaming dreams to which replace with.

Evolution

A face so ashamed;

But everyone does it.

So why not exchange such dismay

with beautiful unity and camaraderie

Celebrate the flaws and see them

not as flaws but simply

actions of a Predator.

Which we all are.

Undoubtedly the judges will swarm

and subject their demeaning eyes

on the victims of evolution.

But all us victims will fall together

United in the pigs we are

We all eat from the same trough

And shit in the places we sleep.

But we are united.

And we need to be-

until the judges perish also to

Evolution.