The God of Fools
The first person The Fool meets is The Magician.
The Decoy is not a Decoy
What?!
Grief Machines
Revenge
My first act of revenge was not spiked filled words Not wilted roses blooming in dark rooms Not a deer in the headlights Not the excess of people watching a line go up It has been water etching sand A heart that is in pieces is a rabid dog foaming
Welcome to the *new* The Decoy
Honestly, there is only so much time that we have on this earth. Something like 4,000 weeks. This means that even if I want to share every single thought I have ever had, it's not possible to do that without engaging with our feudal tech lords. Even
Sometimes I Don't Have Titles For Poems
And that's OK!
Realeza
Un poems en español. A poem in Spanish. That's the language the muse hit.
The End of the World is Exhausting
It's not a poem, but a complaint.
A Body Is A Terrible Vessel For A Soul
Subscribe now I have never demanded perfection Not even from myself Some wounds begin in the flesh and end in the soul It is why I cry over spilled milk And when a story pierces through the veil Ghosts do not only haunt you from the outside Some of them
The New Year
Change, it never ends.
If Nothing Comes
What is a poem in a world at war?
October Blues
How many more productive years do you have in you?