ratings boost the signal tap the mic check the satellite connection is anybody listening to my cries? there is static on the airwaves a glitch in the matrix fuzzy picture out of sync wire have been crossed does anybody care about my cries? live tweet the revolution live stream...
identity my being is constructed of broken pleas cemented together with fragmented memories wrapped up in the ribbon of shattered dreams if i was ever whole factory model pristine fresh out of the box i’ll never know folks who claim to love me say they only want the best...
CO2 i breathe in the poison cognizant of its ability to harm me but what choice do i possess in the midst of this fubarness? i’m imprisoned by the systems created by the free to deny me the illusion of humanity never essential simply sacrificial because the money don’t...
strawman fear of solitude & exile of condemnation of being proven factually & theoretically wrong breeds absurdities & invents conspiracies where none have breath to live Sumayyah Talibah © 13 April 2020
mystical my dreams have grown incoherent & absurd fantastical & disconnected & full of arcane things that awaken me wondering if i should minimize my attachment to objects not of this world Sumayyah Talibah © 12 April 2020
compression my hopes cannot withstand the constant thrashing the dashing and dissolving the thousand daily deaths the pressure to smile through the dread Sumayyah Talibah © 11 April 2020
brownout i sat down at my computer my safe space my source of entertainment my workplace my throne and judged myself unfit to rule lit incense watched anime and cried at my lack of direction my diminishing purpose and my loss of that little thing called pride Sumayyah Talibah...
lucid i’m tired but alive so i’ll call it a win even if i am unsure of the day or the hour and month and when i last ate and why i wear slippers of red i chase the silly rabbit have lost track of time and the seasons...
apocalypse vibes never in my 40 years did i expect to live and breathe in the closest thing to the end of days hoarding shit tickets and missing the bustle of the hustle and crowd watching Nature reclaim Her time Sumayyah Talibah © 8 April 2020
weather pain maybe i could learn to love the rain again was my thought as it soothed my soul to sleep but flashing lights and rumbling in the walls jolted me from pleasant peace and i recalled my displeasure with storms Sumayyah Talibah © 07 April 2020
incomplete fragmented being on the cusp of evolvement balancing on the knife’s edge ‘til it hurts and the blood runs freely from every scar and every affliction resurfaces vengefully to poke and prod at the wounds Sumayyah Talibah © 06 April 2020
3000 i found a box the other day with faded obituaries tattered postcards in a pile & letters penned on Sunday afternoons a series of photographs in sepia & black & white & i felt a massive presence form up behind me i travel an unkind road an uneven...
on day ??? of quarantine once i dreamt of solitude of mimosas & canapés before noon now wine & cheese & luxurious baths are figments of the distant past as i count the days ‘til June an ode to the crowds i once avoided to the invitations to which...
damage report it flows in my veins this nectar of life cycling through systems to keep this vessel afloat yet i still find myself adrift corrupted memory banks & power redirects only essential operations in place i am trapped between encrypted attacks & holographic emissaries of peace & collision...
drone we are reverse automatons that must be unwound to comply in the name of collective individuality conforming to nonconformity ensnared in a loop inquiring why why why an error in the simulation a mutation in the sense of self follow the leaders who follow the leaders who follow...
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