Trust No One

Old, ground-in fears
claw up my neck
hold my life hostage
and keep me in check

A tattered mind
riddled with anxiety
keeps me at long length
from this broken society

Taking cover,
down on my knees
though powerless, I'm still under
my own sword of Damocles

Nothing tempts me
to make a change
I am perfectly happy
being estranged

Under constant threat
of coming undone
I shore myself up
by trusting no one

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

Ohhh, man!
I just wrote a poem with a sword of Damocles!
Beaten to the punch! Oh, well...

Anyway...nice and nihilistic, as always.
I actually find it refreshing.

[Gaia Octavia]

Um. Post it anyway! Especially since I didn't bother to use it correctly ☺ Also, thank you

[Gaia Octavia]

P.S. I fully support you using Mulder's pic as well!

[Zugzwang]

I shall consider the judicious use of Mulder's image in due course.
The poem is up, it's unimaginatively titled 'Hanging by a Hair'.
It is suitably depressing.

[Gaia Octavia]

Comment jinx!

[Zugzwang]

Right back at ya

[Gaia Octavia]

Honestly, the only reason I hastily wrote this was because I had a title and a picture I just had to use. It's a muddled mess but it got the job done. Next up: Sisyphus-off!

[Zugzwang]

Challenge accepted

[Gaia Octavia]

Word.

[Zugzwang]

You just made me laugh in the library. Yo, yo, yo whaSSUP?!

[Gaia Octavia]

Ha. It's so on. I am warming my pen as we type.

[Zugzwang]

Warm a pen? Please explain. I am from Australia so am ignorant of anything other than kangaroos and big hats with corks hanging from the brim.

[Gaia Octavia]

I keep my pen under my b**b. Nah, but really it just sounded menacing in my head ☺ some poetic smack talk.

[Zugzwang]

Interesting. I thought it might have been some kind of frigid northern hemisphere thing. Its summer here. And I can think of nothing less menacing than a b**b. Unless it had a dinosaur painted on it.

[Gaia Octavia]

The warming the pen was meant to be menacing. The b**b is just the first response that popped into my head. Because one can never overuse b**b humor.

[Zugzwang]

Ok,I think I've got it. I like to type with a pen too. Ten, actually. I tape them to my fingers like Edward Scissorhands. I find it to be quite noisy but extremely effective. Unfortunately, being male I am not allowed to use b**b humour as it is forbidden by The Powers That Be.

[Gaia Octavia]

Manboob humor is just not the same. I write all my poems by hand first. My notebooks are filled with messy creations ☺

[Zugzwang]

No, manboob humour is unacceptable in polite company. I also write in a journal filled with characteristic vitriol and hate. As I use a fountain pen, my vitriol and hate often smudges but I like it anyway. I see by your spelling of humor that you are American. May I ask where your handle'Gaia Octavia' comes from?

[Gaia Octavia]

You couldn't tell I was American by my whiny obsession with myself? My presumptuous pen name, Gaia Octavia, came from my lifelong love of researching ancient Rome, and more specifically, Gaius Octavius.

[Zugzwang]

Yar, well, if a whiny obsession with self defines an American, then I'm one too! Thanks for the info...I don't mind a bit of ancient Rome myself, but do find history to be a bit dry at times.

[Gaia Octavia]

Like a fine wine

[Zugzwang]

Or a potato chip.

[Gaia Octavia]

touché. .