The Sophist

The Sophist


I write wrongs and right rhymes.

Your Moms House lmao


Poems Written

Lines Written

Words Written

Unique Words

Songs My Stupid Children Write

Might As Well Do Another
Whatever they do find
With whomever
I don't mind
Though I don't believe
They must be alien
I lost time
Swear I'm not blind
I look and see
Words in the breeze
They oft-lie
Telling tales of talking trees
Ghosts will moan
Beg and plead
Selling rhymes
But not this guy
Not Today
I don't got time
Not for pizza
Not for pie
Not for holding others up
Just to drop them when I die
Today I built a shelf
So they can sit there when I'm gone
Thinking about nothing
While they listen to my songs
October 2, 2018 7:38 pm
26 lines, 98 words

Did I Already Smoke?

Might As Well Do Another
Unfocused (not soulless or goalless). I smoke spliffs to get my mind off this list of frustrations. Intimidated by outrageous race racing, flaming faggots nigger-bait while still claiming that they win (but the win's painful). The wind is still unstable.

My win is a long table with nothing on it surrounded by fables. "Nothing comes from nothing, Son," 'cept Miracles and Bagels, two billion silent men in four billion different conversations, but know thyself and when you're asked just say that you know nothing. 

Winter's gone and spring is here
The hummingbirds are humming 
I think I'll make a song today, Son 
I'm feeling something

I'm feeling something.
September 28, 2018 7:10 pm
10 lines, 108 words

Unfollowing the Dead

Social Insurance Warrior
This morning's protocols
Beginning pondering
What to do with people on the web.

Thus with a deep resolve
Maintaining promising
Again untrue
We will meet again

This time she has evolved
Now loving squandering
Dreams anew
Then dreaming to forget

Sometimes I can recall
Accepting sombering
Time wasted
In following a trend

This time he feels involved
Now loving squandering
Has a few
Then lives in the regret

You ever feel withdrawal
Oncoming vomiting
Bid adieu
To all of your old friends

I can't say I'm appalled
Forgetting honoring
Lives wasted
Unfollow them in death
August 23, 2018 11:54 am
33 lines, 95 words

Dove Mix

Bag of Mixed Bags
Quoth the stone road.
“Does a slug judge blood in a cut?” 
“I’ve seen a sponge pull the snow into it’s lungs.”
“How does brush on a bluff approach a shrub?”
Roads groan in prose as such that the dove dove and the grove was lush.
Lots of berries for the nature boys. 
Pure love it ’twas. 
August 22, 2018 7:47 pm
7 lines, 59 words

I'm Not Your 21st Century Boy Toy (I'm Just A Future Boi)

Social Insurance Warrior
Just getting laughs from the old guard now
Epitaph in town for an old sound
It's jokes, man
How much we fuck around
This place
This time
Joy that I have found
Do a flip
Throw a lock
Knock 'em down
July 30, 2018 11:53 pm
10 lines, 41 words

My Birth In Graphic Detail

First there is clay
No meaning to a name
Strangers will pray
Friends prey on their loved ones

Some things will change
Some feelings can last days
Some people say
Sometimes it's the rainfall

Feet upon the asphalt
Back making friends
Now who gives their own heart?
Hatred instead
July 27, 2018 9:32 am
15 lines, 49 words

My Guy

Social Insurance Warrior
If you were a butterfly,
          you would fly.
If you flew over the sky,
         you would shine.
Moons and stars can be your prize,
                but I've surmised.
I love you most when you can read my mind.
But yo,
It feels like mountains when we climb.
      A few short steps to springtime,
                               my guy.
July 10, 2018 3:13 am
11 lines, 54 words

Lambs Without Mirrors

Goats That Never Look At Themselves
Sheep are brainwashed fools
Blind to truth within the truth
Put jade coloured glasses on
Undistort the view

Saw it in your neighbourhood?
Call in to the news
Heard your neighbours arguing?
Call in for the troops

Acting as we're wise and old
Ladies on the stoop
Nag and nag and nag some more
Until all is good

Sheep are awful neighbours
Imagine if you would
To baa and baa and then
Be still misunderstood
March 26, 2018 8:06 pm
19 lines, 75 words

Bitter Republic of Woe

Social Insurance Warrior
A bitter republic weeps out "woe is me," 
Holding on to hopeless baffling beliefs,
Nothing is sacred if it won't fill their needs,
Yet when they're finished, they stay on their knees,
Speaking aloud "Sir, I want some more."
Straight from the movies without saying please.
October 30, 2017 7:02 pm
7 lines, 46 words