Gods Dark Plot

Dont look at me like that

I am not alone

I have a man and a home

I was just born this way

With a burdened soul

And a heart with solitude as a hole

The warmth doesn’t belong to me

And cold doesn’t make me feel right

I dont like love and lust is too tight

I wriggle in all the emotions but exhibit none

I fathom the mysteries and yet create some

So what do I do with this soul

Calm, composed and so old

I burden it with my writing goals

When with people I am the crowd

I am calm but my mind shouts

It doesnt find sense or

It finds it a lot 

We are writers

We are God’s dark plot.

Digital diarrhea

You can scoop in so many hidden ways

Yet you choose to show

With starred gluttony for life

They get in a row

Ignoring reality around them

They think through internet they know

About your lives your ways and will

Too tamed to be them

The reality in real changes

And everyone is then the same

The unedited versions now dont remain

The winged souls are clipped online

The stories are a few 

Shortened, lengthened, misconcieved, made anew 

With the posts minds of gullibles sway

The real people poop themselves away

In all the chaos internet diarrhea stays