Gord

2026-08-12 04:33 pm

You wept: I have no nerve left,
Well, you keep that to yourself,
Like you're harbouring dead.

A friend must bear until the end,
I hate you, everything you have,
And you can't just fuck me,
But you'll stand beside me,
That's why we're just friends.

Gord

2026-08-12 03:43 pm

For all my efforts: Still not together.
Constant pressure, carnal pleasure,
About successes: 'Still... I lost forever.'

Like a stock trader thinks of affection,
First place thinks of second,
Penguins think of grasslands, 
Dryness, is to wetness.

I don't think we belonged together,
Like how a bass needs pedals,
or your face needed makeup,
Crimes, need a witness.

Gord

2026-08-12 06:44 am

Arms, fall to arms,
Promised heaven,
Gone forever.

Far, far too long,
Galloping horses,
Opposite direction.

Gord

2026-08-11 04:41 am

I wish I could just kill the truth,
Silver over tongue, under roof, 
Into the groove, into the wound,
Alchohol of distant, citrus fruits.

Oh, and I still love you,
But that too, turns to abuse,
Then silence fills a room. 

What have I been up to?
I wish I could tell you the truth,
Simple over tongue, under roof,
I still love you, but I'm one of two,
Easier said than lived through.

Gord

2026-08-10 12:51 pm

Final arrangement of words,
I am managing, without you,
Despite how badly it hurts.

Style, abasement of yours, 
Love songs only in word.

Like wood, farmed for the pulp.

Gord

2026-08-04 12:56 pm

I don't mind the double standard,
It doesn't matter.
Like of earth, and other planets.

Are alternative angles an answer? 
When upon a bed,
And under blankets, 
Otherwise, it doesn't matter.

It's like the farther one travels,
You become more of an animal,
Like foxes, wolves or badgers,
Eating bugs if you have to.

Migration, and other issues,
I don't mind the double standards,
It's more about comedy to a fool.
Like sex is to faggots.

Gord

2026-08-03 07:29 pm

Why is it, that time created distance, 
And why from persistence, this time,
Came great suffering, and pestilence.

Given tongue, and often structure,
In return: local, but of foreign work, 
Until laughter, then giving up.

Why is it, that you have so much?
And share little with anyone else.
Why is it, that you hate so much?
And have love for only yourself...

Given love, and given supper,
And little of anything else.
Envy itself, has deadly effect,
And little of anything else.

Gord

2026-07-29 01:20 pm

One day, I'll write like you, my hero.
Like a pen is attracted to paper,
Like I'm attracted to you.

Like, upon your skin I'll write, 
Until you're more me than I,
I take everything from you,
Like brakes upon a bike.

Gord

2026-07-28 01:02 pm

It's not about loneliness,
I have partners to boast,
It's not about holy text,
I have no offer of hope.

It's not a state of the world,
It's the people, you know?
Corresponding with Rome,
They are taking us over,
I have no offer of hope.

And it's not about race or homelessness,
It's not about great sorcerers,
You see on screen at a show,
It's about weakness of soul.

It's about what you're willing to do,
To offer them hope.

Gord

2026-07-27 01:51 pm

Fuck me, then hold me tight,
Trust, as in the form of twine,
Money, in the former tides. 

Naked, in my clothes of pride, 
Closed an eyelid, time passes, 
I feel I'm running out of line, 
How can i tell you I am dying?

Nothing gives me solace,
Honey, as in for the flies,
Envy, in the form of desire,
Already in the poem writer,
Nothing leads sorrowful eyes.

Gord

2026-07-21 07:28 pm

Whiter upon the mirror face,
While rubbed upon, bitter taste,
Why, are you so irritated?
You will never see them as I see them,
Dull, sullen and grey.

Wool, spun into braid.
What else should I say?
I envy everything you have,
Even if you gave it away.

Writer, upon feeling erase,
Like graphite filled veins,
I have everything to give,
And I can give it away.

White, upon the fearing caste,
While rubbed upon, bitter taste,
Why? The fear of being placated,
Like rubber farms treat waste.

Gord

2026-07-20 06:56 pm

Advancement forever,
Like standing to stomping,
Spying to friendship.

Beyond process: Beyond measure.
Behind me are the days of leisure,
Hot temper, involvement of parent,
But you, I see are still there.

Covet beyond edges,
White lattice fences.
Void, in contentment,
It can destroy forever.

You're right about nothing,
So spare me a lecture,
Our neighbours are different,
Mine don't talk in direction,
And they ask if I'm still here.

Gord

2026-07-14 03:06 am

It's not the language they speak,
It's that they speak my language,
And they can pass grammar tests,
Better than me.
So, c'est la vie,
To everything...

Is that seriously your position?
Egyptians watch people from the sea.
Until the waves are overwhelming,
Like you, they will be, at best, relief.

It's not an answer to everything,
It's that you walk down the street,
Then talk to people.

Instead of becoming antisocial,
Cherry picking animal bones,
And little use for any more.

It's not semantic, or colloquial.

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

2026-07-10 01:47 pm

Aversion to food,
Repulsion, to new,
Compulsion to move.

I can teach every piece,
How to act like a queen,
And handle a gun too.

Substance abuse,
Strum of the lute,
Analyze the root,
What else is there to do?

Different from truth,
Discernment of rules,
Intersections near you, 
Diameter of the moon.

Enthusiasm for two,
Quadratures of lune,
Assertion of youth,
What else is there to do?

Sit around saying I love you?
Well, compared to whom?
All I am is a friend,
A Nobody to see through.

Gord

2026-07-09 06:12 am

Lingua adversaria,
Suovetaurilia,
Mad, hysteria, 
and dependence.

Antagonistic language, 
And fashioned to black,
Hand Gallops, 
Depression.

Can an abstract inform the mass?
Impress upon me, Earth.
Like clay to ash. 

Like, in darkness,
Light upon a mass. 

Gord

2026-07-05 12:15 pm

Softly shifting silver sands,
Solid to liquid,
Liquid to gas.

I just felt, if you never left,
None of that comes to pass.

Cocky glibness, middle class,
Christmas to windows,
Windows to glass.

I just sat aside, never asking,
What do you say to the fairer sex?

You're everything I've ever dreamt?
Well, I find there's just none left, 
Nothing but adventures, 
And acceptance tests. 

Coffee drinking, ginger snaps,
Trauma to forgiveness,
Forgiveness until collapse.

You're everything I ever dreamt,
I'd do anything to bring you back,
Like an eye that stares ahead,
Tears roll down my face again.

I'll never be the things I lack,
I'll never change, skin like that,
Only grows with age.

Salt to water,
Water evaporates.

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.