My Mom Writes Poetry And Wanted Me To Post Some

my mom writes poetry and wanted me to post some

she’s been writing a lot to deal with her grief and was wanting some sort of reach however she’s not super well-versed on social media so asked me to post some here.

Her first one she wrote about Will Wood, funnily enough. He’s a very important role model to her since she found his music after her dad died and it helped her through a lot. He also looks exactly like my dad lol

“The Old Gods Are Dead

More than two books gives me analysis paralysis Turns my prefrontal cortex gelatinous But here's my societal psychoanalysis

The Age of Anxiety Fear and false piety Only perceiving a fraction of Is it a quantum reaction When the TV became me And I became the tree That was up there on the screen

What the fuck does it all MEAN?

You are my artificial perception That I'll take as an ugly lesson My father gave me music It feels like time to use it In a different way than I always did

Host your demons Feel the changing seasons Turn the mirror around As your ego starts to weaken

Do you ever wonder sometimes Maybe if we didn't distract ourselves and waste our lives Would we see what's just out of reach Parallel Our eyes unbleached

Hyperspace is just too loud That buzzing Beeping Screaming Sound

So I'll surrender all my wisdom and power To forget And consume brain rot for just an hour

It's lonely at the top You've gotta understand To be aware nonstop Is hell for any man

I'll keep posting my kids on Facebook I'll misunderstand some great books I'll do anything to gain looks I will fuck up some decent hooks All for the sake of shoulder shrug

Are drugs considered ‘media’ “Drugs” are what they're feeding ya So the Soylent Green And the American Dream Maintains efficacy This is how it has to be

You used to be a Dreamweaver But you got sick when Mother Earth caught a fever Please don't give up on her yet We can win this, I bet

But if you show those white flags You might spawn a system that lags Wake up in the metaverse No need for that last ride In an 80s hearse No need for primitive pride

Being God is boring To exist as odd and flawed sounds alluring Maybe I could invent the wheel After the chariot Try to have child And have to bury it

To be a lab rat is a blessing I'll take a stab at constant stressing Ponder if I'm the control group Wander through the mirrored maze room

But once in a while I recall that I was once The collective mind The nature of flux

Being God is lonely Being human is pain Solitude is holy Humanity is insane”

and this is one she wrote during her… second? Stay at a psychiatric ward.

“Unit Red Love Letter

The sun and the moon were sharing the sky 11 am lucky strike Wishing I was high

I lay in the grass A small patch just for one To dream about home And laying next to you

Marigold toes Covered in ashes and prose A sunflower sapling Thriving in the throes

Black n Mild An unsuspected teacher Sees an abandoned child Heartbreak Validated She knows we are to be liberated

Don't fall back down your own black holes Keep looking up, and don't forsake your goals

Your family is nothing Ina world so cold Don't let them crush your worth Don't give them your soul

Be defiant Boldly go Find the sun Fill the dark hole”