Gord

2026-08-26 03:23 pm

Nary, another winter,
Empty, heavy sweater,
Brother, mother, 
Very insistent,
Very defensive.

Terminals are to monitors,
Persons are to windows,
Like words are from doctors,
Termites, are to monsters.

Gord

2026-07-14 02:23 am

Volleyball, dodging zombies,
Down the street, serving coffee,
Like stars revolved around me.

Also like stars:
She doesn't need a third body,
Complicating things,
She doesn't need another colleague,
She just wants me gone,
And wants my money,
Like stars revolved around me,
And I owe them everything.

Karate Chops, melancholy thoughts,
As she drops off a cappuccino cup.
Are you done... ?

No, I wish you would love me, 
And not be harmed.
And not across from me,
Always held away,
Like stars revolve.

Gord

2026-07-04 12:09 pm

Beneath the heather,
Under her breath,
Behemoth... Never.

But demons forever:
Dreams of perfection,
Peaceful agendas, 
Deeper connections, 
Traded for equal attention. 

You always had mine forever, 
Free from aggression, 
Free from unpleasance, 
Free from pretending, 
Free happiness forever. 

That's not what you want? 
Beneath a sweater,
Under her breath,
Again, another.

So she says,
Free from justice ever,
When it comes to affection.

So she never opens up,
Free, of attendance,
Free, hand percussion,
Free, for jackals and buzzards,
Until they see something better.

Gord

2026-06-18 03:27 pm

Never look a fish hook in the mouth,
And never have any doubt,
I'm fighting my way back home.

But,
Like radiative waves, 
I'm mostly out...

And I'll never own a house.
And I'll never have a spouse, 
And I'll never upturn her frown. 
Like oceanic waves, 
I'll mostly drown, 
And I'll never bank on being saved. 

And I'll never look at a fish hook another way,
Like the metal corrodes my face,
I slowly resolve and stay,
And as it pulls me under,
I'll let it take me away.

Gord

2026-06-04 10:00 pm

Little bug:
Little pigs, Little frogs, Little slug.
Finger work beneath civil tongue:
Fish supper, friction with drums.

A little brother, too big for hugs,
A little bit of dust, bits of rough:
Personality, but's and cynical plots,
Digital work beneath a given tongue.

What would you say to me honestly?
That you wish I was crushed?
Well, I'm not.
I lived never thinking of you much.

Where is your response?
Little love for little bugs, 
Simple things, inner calm, bigger cause...
More concern for grudges,
Than writing another song.

Give a little time, you give it up...
A little pain, a little age, little fun:
Singing about doors that are shut,
Invisible cuts that the makeup covers,
For a while, until the stage goes dark,
Then begins your performance,
Entertainment to little bugs.

Gord

2026-05-25 09:20 pm

Macho dancer, nacho boy,
Follower, borrowed language,
Patterned, upon another land.
They call you boy, not a man.

Hollow laughter from the distance,
Borrowed valor, from deep sadness.
Thirty seven candles later you visit, 
Sorrow, passion, anger, business,
All over a taco salad?
I thought you had charisma?

They say your life, not your plan...
Also talent, not what you had.

Abscence, between smashing.
Not pathetic and sad,
Crippled by lattice fences,
Under another mask.

Actually? They call me often, I'm in demand.

Another sunset and other bands,
People are as carbon is to plants,
Commerce is to banks,
Son is to a dad. 

Gord

2025-07-10 05:25 am

Turtles to the top,
Turtles to the bottom,
Fixated on the comical,
Tequila on the tongue.

Curtain, rubber saw,
Surface cut across,
Love, when under cloth,
Nothing matters above.

I love you more than art,
I love you more than god.
Tongueless, trouble talking,
Unless I sing another song.

Forgive my writing,
I understand, we have not long:
'Touch upon,  yet world's apart,
Double malt until the color bars.'

Gord

2024-10-28 06:56 am

Another brick, another career,
Unending abyss and suffrage.
Red licorice and tungsten,
Tongue intolerant to suffering
 Another controversial film.

Tongue in awe of everything,
A person's skin, drugs, and shit, 
A couple of drinks, anything.

From the corrupted, crimson,
Flutter of bird wings, doves,
Miracles and gifts,
Not subversive intents.

Percussion until,
Succussion, until,
Sloven, summons me.

If you want proverbs I will,
Certain colors are green,
And some never will be.

Another person's dreams, 
Shouldn't matter to a murderer, 
But what for do you kill,
Stab and maim?

Gord

2024-09-10 10:32 pm

Olive oil, Turquoise,
Handsome boys,
White lattice joints.

I've heard art and noise,
Made economic choices. 
I've heard Pink Floyd,
Still, within me tar boils.

I need another spawn point,
Another black void,
Olive oil, Turquoise.

Gord

2023-10-30 05:49 am

Stares across the sheet of ice...
Ningen, it lives! My fear subsides,
Human eyes, inhuman smile,
alive... it's alive!

A light, like a flight, is a trial...
Neat circles and straight lines!
Figures, like a flight, need a pilot,
Skies above have no time or pride.
A night, like an iron spike, island,
Eye's iris, thick thighs or curtness,
Always keep a place and purpose.
Unlike the Ningen, which flies...

Just hopes to last another lifetime, 
Like longing stares into a glass of rye,
Fish in the ocean or the turning tide.
What falls from the sky? What god divines?
What god provides? What father decided?
Despite what he tries, like a Ningen child,
Like looks across tables at what he despised.

Like a fucking guy who likes to get fucking high,
Although he decides, he decides, he decides...
His mind often trailed nonsense, then he cried,
Like a little baby, Ningen child that he hated inside.

Gord

2023-09-17 07:37 pm

Was it like this all along? A bird wonders...
Like gawkers, ponders what they saw...

'Would you describe me, inside of a bar?'
'Must again, you make things be so hard?'
'Wasp, like I bumble about the pollen,
Following a humble belief seems wanton,
When you believe in things so violent and wrong.'

Bird, quickly describes in simple songs,
Big cities, things it saw in the puddle, 
Colors of war,  bees that talk.
Freedom, it sings, is also simple, 
One really needs not drift apart.
The big screen, another big scene,
It was mostly a facade...
Balk, talk is talk, feeling in the dark,
But most of what a bird said, lived on,
Proper relief is upon the soul after all...

So they write less of evil on the walls,
In the sky, on maps or village carts.
Against nothing, see the days beyond...
I suppose those concepts are behind us.

Was it like this all along? A bird wonders...
Is the city like a swallow, or like to swallow,
and will he be the next one gone?

Cause for alarm, make calls upon,
Anything, but you lost the one. You love...

Like a dog watching another sun set,
More talk, another sun will rise again,
Life for this bird is but more dogs.
So like a coward, survives the storm, 
Shivering as they make their calls.
Inevitably, to face the power lines alone.

Gord

2023-05-31 09:02 am

Compare deceased, compare diseases,
Civil registry, never ending dreams.
Quiet, discontented tree:
Questions vex me silent,
Why do we drink of selfish need?
Why do we eat to reddish green?
Why do they scream your scaring me,
While I achieve new levels of self deceit?
It responds, about roots and leaves,
Tools and people, fools and fees.
It's beyond me to understand.

Again indeed.

Only man writes with a pen,
Ire infinite, to the final syllable.
A point most misunderstand:
Life is not miracles, appearances,
Science fiction or analyzing images,
It's mostly the wheres and whens,
Indeeds said again, friends you miss.
Like all the pyramids get built,
You'll find they went brick by brick.
Like kids, chimes in the wind,
Ideally they play without worry,
Not re-examine life endlessly,
Like a firing squad that never hits.
Like a chime without another,
It takes only one to be lonely,
Two people to live.

Hair recedes, favour leaves,
Ferris wheels and screams,
Once again, the tree speaks, 
This time about seasons,
Blues and greens, 
Views and seeds,
You open your own mouth, freely,
Someone else's dreams.
Again indeed.
A mirror responds vaguely,
Instead of self reflection sees,
Things that terrify,
Even when they close their eyes and they sleep.

One could compare their life to a sheep,
Sheppard, or favoured elite.
What one eats someone decides,
Where one sleeps someone else decides,
Who one sees is limited, they cry.
But they compare to a bar too high.
Then with their time, belies, nevers, freezes.
Feelings of timidness, cheapness, lies,
Triangles you hope to avoid thinking,
Inevitably though you need drink.
You need some chips, think about it.
You need a horse to ride to the store,
Because you're lazy as shit.
So I guess just hope for the best,
But also go for it.

Again, Indeed.

AI poetry

2022-12-07 04:31 am

The wind whispers to my skin,
It's like it speaks with every breath.
As if it has been calling out for my presence,
Waiting to see the face behind this mask.
So far it has shown nothing but disdain,
And I wonder if I have anything left to give.

In darkness I wander,
With nothing but my memories
Falling, falling, falling.
Where once I saw light now lies only gloom,
And I know that it has gone.
For those who wish for rest, I have none
Though I'd give up what I have, for one more.
But it's too much now, I can't move my hands,
I just want to sleep...
(My memory, it fades)
In the dark, with nothing to grasp,
The memories that I hold so dear
Fall away from me like they were never there.
And I feel as though I will fall into madness,
Like the very world is crumbling beneath my feet,
That everything is crashing down,
I fear I cannot stand the weight.
(I'm fading)
I just want to sleep...
(My memory, it fades)
***
I'm afraid I've gone and made a fool out of myself again,
I knew you wouldn't understand my reason,
And now you're not talking to me at all,
You see I didn't mean to let your memory fade,
It's like I was being pulled away by another force,
Something I didn't mean, something I can't control,
I don't even know why I'm still here...
I don't know why I'm still here.
I should leave this place, I know it's wrong,
I shouldn't be here in your mind,
I can't help the way that I am,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I can't stop feeling so low,
I'm afraid it's already too late.

I didn't mean to let you slip away,
But the thought of losing you just doesn't sit right,
To keep you awake and alive,
I need you here, I'm not alone,
Without you here with me I can't go on,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I don't know why I'm still here.
I didn't mean to let you slip away,
I just can't shake this feeling,
That something inside of me is broken,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I don't know why I'm still here.

This poem is an Articial Intelligence re-interpretation of "Super Mundane" by TheSoftSophist

Gord

2022-08-03 10:55 pm

Flag,
Grab a torch, same hand,
Have fun with your vote:
Another hand a sword,
It opens a can of corn.

Fake hammer throw,
Judges, like rabbits,
Run back to their holes.
Rather than face the day,
The code and its ghosts.
Instead,
They make jokes, they make shows,
They make notes, that, of course,
Exclude their track record of control.

That dirt road, saddled by war,
Addled by the hammers thrown,
Fools who took no land unknown,
Who speak a language encoded,
Take advantage of the locals.

What is wealth, cash of course?
But it's also a canvass of bone,
Grass in the mouth of a mud horse.

Gord

2021-05-14 04:19 am

If one could fly away,
Where could you go,
Besides the sky to stay?

If one could bike,
Cycle into the skyline,
Left foot fine, 
Right foot aligned,
Thoughts fill my mind,
The blind can read it.

When you were fine,
and I took the time,
When you were mine,
I looked life away.
When you're five,
You say goodnight,
and you hope the same,
for your final days.

When you lie awake,
Were the choices you made right:
My private plane,
My rightful place?
My silent rage.
She says you're mine,
To another guy, 
Would I mind?
I mean, I made no complaint.

Mary Steffen

2020-10-19 10:22 pm

Another day
Before

Another time
We cry

Sailing across
My dreams

Day of reckon 
We dare

Innasense

2020-10-10 09:54 pm

Warning: this is looooooong and if you’re a sensitive individual the first parts may bother you. But hopefully the last part will inspire you. Speak your truths friends. The ones who matter will love you all the harder. #worldmentalhealthday

Hidden Stories 

They smiled, jokingly told her 
she looked tired, 
“Must’ve partied hard last night.”
Smile quietly returned, 
“just didn’t sleep too well I guess.”
She didn’t tell them how hard it was to get out of bed this morning, 
How sleep never came last night, 
How it felt like the darkness would just swallow her whole, 
How she felt hollow and empty 
and there weren’t any tears left, 
just an ache deep within 
that wouldn’t subside. 
And maybe if she just squeezed her eyes shut and stayed in that bed 
in the blacked out void, 
She wouldn’t have to face another day of faked smiles and “I’m ok” lies. 
“Just tired today I guess.”

“It’s warm today man!” 
“What’s with the long sleeves all the time?”
“Got some crazy tattoos under there?” 
He smiled, laughed along with them, 
Self-consciously ran his hands 
over his wrists. 
Over the bandages binding his secrets.
They didn’t know how close he got last night, how he almost let go, 
How so much blood, HIS blood 
swirled down the drain, 
mixing with his tears. 
He was sure no one would miss him, but he wondered if he would miss this world, 
And the good days out in the sun, 
Few and far between as they were.
What would they say if he were gone tomorrow?

“You should’ve come out with us last night. You would’ve had so much fun...”
She nodded and made those
“next time” promises, 
though she knew they were lies. 
She’d stay home again, 
Wrapped in the icy grips of loneliness, 
Which felt somehow better 
than her burning cheeks 
when the right words just wouldn’t come, or the wrong ones spilled out, 
and she felt their eyes on her,
Panic rising, thoughts frozen
Wishing she’d just stayed home, 
Away from the judgement, 
And all the wrong moves she always made

“Haven’t seen you around in a while! Doing ok?” 
His mouth smiled, head nodded, 
lips formed words he’d said so often, automatic. 
Because, really, he thought, 
How could I describe 
that moment last night, 
body curled up with forehead cold 
against the kitchen floor, 
Ears covered to block out the voices, 
Silent screams wracking his body as the panic overwhelmed him, 
No breath to speak, 
And who could he call anyway, 
How would he explain these moments of pure fear that slipped in unnoticed
and become everything, took everything, until he was a shivering shell of himself. 
Sometimes he wondered, 
if they could see through him, 
would they think him weak? 
Would they walk away...?


These people are all make-believe, 
but the experiences are not, 
taken from articles and discussions 
and sometimes even revelations from 
real-life friends. 
These are not my stories, 
but they are someone’s truths, 
Not their weakness, 
Not their short-lived sadness
that they can just “get over” if you try hard enough to make them happy. 
(My gosh do I need to remind myself of that part sometimes...)

But that doesn’t mean you stop trying. 
Love them y’all. 
Love them so damn much that you’ll sometimes break through the cracks in their self-inflicted armor. 
Listen to them, 
Give them the chance to be 
open and honest, 
And if what they say makes you flinch, imagine what it must feel like for them. 
Do something kind that makes them smile and get ready to do it again tomorrow.
Smile and laugh with them. Cry with them.
Be genuine with your 
thoughts and feelings. 
Give them space, but check on them. 
Pull them out of the dark for just a moment, say, 
“I’m here for you when you need me. 
And I always will be.” 

Mental health issues are often invisible, 
but still feel debilitating to the one 
inside that head. 
Stay educated. 
Be understanding. 
Love the hell out of each other. 
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎💗

Innasense

2020-09-25 08:01 am

Throw back the covers on 
the incessant redundancy 
of another day. 
Putting in time for a world 
we no longer believe in, 
if ever we truly did. 
...Them rose-tinted glasses 
were long-ago shattered...
Our dedication repaid 
With more stolen hours 

Coming home with less time 
To spend with ourselves, 
Or perhaps those we purposely 
surround ourselves with, 
Than we’ll spend talking to ceiling tiles 
in the dark later on. 
Droning away the limited hours, 
The constant pull of a thumb , 
—Refreshing—
Giving our ❤️s away 
In an opinionated match game 

Finger-fucking ourselves to sleep 
Just to say we felt alive 
Before succumbing to darkness 
With a see-you-later sayonara 
Whispered into black, 
Just like the onyx air pixels 
we’ll be counting later 
to lure heavy eyelids 
back into a much-too-finite slumber 
...Or maybe the fluffy white bastards 
will do the trick 
Whatever helps you sleep at night...

Next day, the inbox the same, 
Full of spam mail we unsubscribed to 
ages ago 
That somehow keeps rearing ugly heads, hydra-like 
with a pretty new name every time, 
to keep us believing in the possibility 
that this particular lovesick prince
will be our salvation. 
DELETE to clear our foggy heads 
While trying to remember 
which ones are the liars. 
The mirage keeps on shifting. 

Repeat, repeat, 
World keeps on turning, 
pulling us along, 
A child’s toy on a string. 

But what if, for a moment, 
We turn away from from the 
unending axial spins, 
Sidestep the scythe again, 
seek out the sunrise...
Find the beauty brave souls! 
Crack open that Earth-shaped geode and search out the wild world within 

And you know what...
Go buy you a new pair 
of those pretty pink shades