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warcraft
by c.w. cheng
ip ip man man
cool story bro
ip man, ip man
the tortoise
it girl
classroom proficiency
PPPPPP
castle story
KKBKKBKBB
kewpie collie
brose
prosthetic limb
baboo
american borer story
thinking man
the terror
procrastitorium
broken
little bug
heckle
bitchman
outsider
do you smoke?
i do not need this
serious poem
★★★★★
trashman
life in traffic
vape poem
queen of the youth
randomfrankp
dmdmdm
a cry for help
phil and dan have a serious philosophical discussion
oh my god
here we go again
ip ip man man
i kid, i kid
perhaps a tiger would recoil from being hit
don’t quit it, just make it fit
but don’t throw a fit though
“I’ll wake up tomorrow, and I’ll be less stupid than I was yesterday.”
The glow of my iPhone engulfs the top of my head, as the rest of my body stays
cozy beneath the sheets.
One eye peeking out from the covers, I think to myself,
“I don’t need to know what Trump said. I’ll never need to know. None of this will
help me in any way.”
Tossing and turning, my phone disappears into the maze-like contortions created
by layers of blankets.
Earbuds, wrapped around my body, about to be found broken and coiled the next
morning.
“Tomorrow, I’ll be less stupid than I was when I fell asleep yesterday.”
the old boy is given a substantial amount of time to deliver the first strike,
but he doesn’t
perhaps he did not have enough to drink that morning
ip man, ip man,
i’m sure god has some sort of master plan
for the old boy, gone too soon
it girl
the stars are no match, for the sparking reflection of streetlights on your eyes
oh beautiful it girl,
forgets me, it girl, stays calm, collected, freedom combined with confidence
paints a pretty picture of a girl you want to become
you are not it, it girl, i cry
i cry, for i am not a part, of it
light is shining through gaps in crimson coloured leaves, in this one moment
i feel if i should have become a painter
PPPPPP
exciting exciting
a glimmer of hope,
returns to me in e-mail, sending, sending, sent
a feeling of bliss,
to end off my morning
a lingering cough, and the smell of cold coffee
castle story
KKBKKBKBB
high collar girl flew high above clouds, few knew her name though
through thick billowed smoke, threw crowds cotton candy
it’s absurd that nearly two thirds of toronto subway stations are not wheelchair
accessible
allowing visibility to the disabled, is very important i believe
the disabled will face many challenges on election day, and i’m batting an eye
full of neglect, it seems, the news cycle prods onwards to
the decay of the soul, as foretold by philosophers long past would hate
full speech on the internet, intertwining with woven DNA passed from generation
to
generate wishful thinking, the national post feels diseased somehow, while
a man of dubious origin parks his car in the handicapped spot
i regret my greediness, but where else can you get pills for this cheap
where else can you do anything here, within 10 minutes walking distance?
brose
it’s absurd that nearly two thirds of toronto subway stations are not wheelchair
accessible
allowing visibility to the disabled, is very important i believe
the disabled will face many challenges on election day, and i’m batting an eye
full of neglect, it seems, the news cycle prods onwards to
the decay of the soul, as foretold by philosophers long past would hate
full speech on the internet, intertwining with woven DNA passed from generation
to
generate wishful thinking, the national post feels diseased somehow, while
a man of dubious origin parks his car in the handicapped spot
i regret my greediness, but where else can you get pills for this cheap
where else can you do anything here, within 10 minutes walking distance?
baboo
the harsh buzzing of aluminium on hardwood extends my body beyond its reaches
pulls back the cloak of time, information is abundant and obtainable now
within a blink, a fissure opens in the sky, my blood pressure rises
and sinks back again, as i fall back into myself
how can other people be so? strong, able, productive, while i am just
the waste of space, i want however to become
better than i am, better than i was a year ago, i will become
the king of america, and the world will be my subject
the terror
you haven’t lived life until you’ve contemplated suicide inside your dorm room,
but afterwards i still felt nothing at all
the thing that i remember best is being constantly anxious of being seen
i was safe if i was hidden, there’s no shame in that
i have a tiny machine on my desk whose job is to shit liberal platitudes down my
virgin throat
and sometimes i believe her, but sometimes i don’t
bored child i was, however blissful, my memory fails me and i cannot be pieced
together by such thoughts
like a wandering son, opportunities unexamined led me into the confines of a
personal masturbatorium
the world is a cage with an open door, onlookers will whisper screams into your
face, all you can do is petition for a facebook dislike button
save the world, save the fucking world i mean, what is the matter with the world
little bug
a million, billion things i’d rather do then spend time with you
shouldn’t have chosen to spend that time with you, i shouldn’t have done that
wasting all of your cash cash cash cash on monthly prepayments on your cell
phone bill
is nothing to bitch home about, bitchman
i mean we all do it
outsider
“oh ok”
i walked away, and that i was it
i’m trying to quit, and that is it
a pain in my chest
i think i’m in love
again
i do not need this
just leave me alone
my friend
and i’ll say “fuck!”, “fuck!”, “fuck!”, for i’ve no other words to say
i’ve forgotten, forgetful, forgetting, sorry you’d read this, i’m not
this is a serious poem, and you’re a serious poet, serious poetry, rating out of ten
★★★★★
soft and unstable, like white snow in layers only to melt the next morning
like a footprint in mud lasting all through the summer
like vomit on concrete leaves a stain all semester
life in traffic
save my ass
mike pence is an adult baby
hunter-gatherer leader not well suited for the noise of the modern world
where did it go wrong?
where did we all go wrong?
man
i just need peace
phil and dan have a serious philosophical discussion
“dude. do you think that the universe still exists outside of this room?”, asked phil
“what the fuck? what does that even mean, dude?”, replied dan
“like, outside of this room. can we even be sure that anything really exists?”, phil
rebutted
“yes. just look outside.”
phil tried to look outside but there were no windows in the room
“where is the door, dan? this room has no windows.”, asked phil
“there are no windows, dan. i only pay 300 a month for rent.”
“oh”, said phil. “then where is the door?”
“there is no door either. you get what you pay for.”, replied dan
“then what the fuck. how do you even leave?”, asked phil
phil and dan thought about this question for exactly 15 minutes, until dan said:
“we’ve been here for a while, man. do you want to go get pizza? there’s a place in
scarborough that sells one big pizza with smaller slices of pizza as the topping.
let’s go get that pizza.”
oh man, oh man
how’d you let it get to this point, man?
how’d you let it go so far, man?
gosh darn, man
oh my gosh
and man
next time don’t worry as much
don’t wonder as much
wander around, but don’t let yourself rush
here we go again