Tag Archives: Emotions

the end of everything

the days have buried us
quiet desperation’s creep
they’ve embraced the liturgy
of dubstep supremacy
the old reich is new again

dandelions spinning
we seek the mercy of sleep
zero-sum mentality
is their prime modality
none beyond the reich’s reach

it’s all over your face
silence only we sane can hear
the world’s too gone to scream

one weep away from hell
of the faithful’s making
we could try to break free
or sink into apathy
the reich prevails either way

a slavish love or else
führer gods above us all
the great ‘i am’ collectively
jackboots in perpetuity
embrace the reich on fire

it’s all over your face
silence only the sane can hear
we’re far too gone to scream

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026

sometimes…

sometimes a lone leaf on a tree
has more poesy than a whole book
sometimes a lone page in a book
has more mosey than the hole in me

sometimes a lone me in a tree
has no more pith than a hole for a heart
sometimes a lone hole for a heart
has no more kith than cliff and scree

is this how it’s gotta be
an empath tipping from reality
into the inscrutable

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

GUEST POST // Tired by Noelle

a body
filled with organs,
bones, muscles, tissues,
and a whole lot of issues,
yet i still feel so empty.
no protein, no creatine
no caffeine, no adderall
has given me enough energy
to have emotions
without feeling small.
even though my emotions
have always been intense
growing up i tried my hardest
to hide them and now
I’m left with the damage.

by NOELLE
© All rights reserved 2022

GUEST POST // Funny Mood by Cassa Bassa

Today
I feel blah
It is one of those days
that repeats itself
without any
remorse

This hour
I feel nothing
It is one of those states
that appears intermittently
without any
warning

This time
I say something
It is one of those outpours
that shocks me
without any
reservation

By now
you must wonder
what I have said
Without any
delay
let me tell you
I said
blah blah blah

by CASSA BASSA
© All rights reserved 2020

ACROSTIC POETRY // Droid Avunculate

Uncle, tell me a bedtime story!
Promise me sleep right after that?

Bearded myths say there’s a purgatory
Right after death, right after begat.
Its goddamned inmates are forever doomed to
Never succeed in finding ease of breath,
Getting sick with chronic, emotional flu,
Insides torn ‘tween flame life and ice death.

No way, Iron Uncle, do they still have human pith!
Godspeed, Tiny Tin. People are just a silly ancient myth.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018