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Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy

Which lame excuse I exclaimed,
when my dear old mom asked
rather told me in her scolding voice
to tidy up my bedroom,
cuz this son of a gun
intuited neatening (organizing)
one infinitesimal corner of the cosmos,
(a veritable pinpoint of nothingness -
our house at blank address)
hence an excellent reason
as lamely iterated above
not to straighten up
my sleeping quarters,
or... rather lesser portion
of bedroom yours truly
then shared with my younger sister,
when writer of these words
just a diminutive lad,
who wished and envied himself

Messy Nonsense

The house is a hoplenoff Toys lay all over in a bling-blag pattern Children arguing, in an insult tennis match You odious feezlehutler! Flings a child Not I, you horrid dnwangler! Tosses back his older sibling Flies zoom around moldy grumpnash Clothes lay on the couch in piles higher than Mount Isop To mother's dismay, the baby is shrieking louder than a lobvater on fire While the dog howls about not being let out Overall, it's shaping up to be a great day

Robin

His chest of fire
The small beady eyes
The great unknown

As he follows the worm
Into a fallen tree
The tree smells like decaying wood

Seeing the sofa, against the wall
The tiny table and the tiny chair
The worm rested peacefully on the rug

Robin thought back to his family
Four young ones at home
A mother and a wife

All relying on the fate of this worm
The worm now rested in his sharp claws
It stopped wriggling for once

Ethereum

I came across https://mymollet.com/what-is-ethereum/ while browsing Twitter. Someone shared it in a thread about beginner-friendly crypto content Ethereum. The structure of the article really worked for me — it moved step by step from basic definitions to practical uses. I appreciated how it didn’t assume much prior knowledge. That’s something a lot of crypto resources miss. Now I feel like I can actually talk about Ethereum without guessing.

Qindeel

When I enter your nur –– eternal Mother –– will you let me hold your misk scented hand, show you shed photons of my hair that deplete of auxins sooner than my age; comfort me on the warnings I ignored –– king vitamin that estranged me bereft of cells that could foster my roots even in darkness; water of my spine spilled –– away from you. Place your hand –– eternal Mother –– on my fissured bark that sprout premature, confident of growing taller than the clouds in the sky without light in an escapist’s husk.

The Ritual

I held it close, I held it tight— A sacred stone in ritual night. Sinking slowly into the past, A pool as dark as broken glass. The judging sharpness in my hands, The mocking slip of running sands. I marked the wound, I made the vow, But myths don’t ask the why or how. It bled, it gleamed, it stained the sand— My own reflection in my hand. No light, no vision ever gained From all this silent, twisting pain. And still I grip with all my might In hopes of some reforming sight. But I can't read the words in sand, Written by misery in my hands.

Dream Me Back

i lay like that —
arm above my head,
one leg curled in,
drowned in the smell
of our bedsheet.
somehow,
i drifted off,
and there you were again.

i still do this thing
where dreams
change scenes
like home videos.
everything happens —
we came back
to where we wrote the letter
with the pen.

sorry.
i was mean again.
i said too much —
so you stayed gone
for so long.

but kiss me anyway,
right after
i say something stupid.
’cause life only lets us
get away with it
once — don’t hope for twice.

Beauty and Brilliance

Every star has its story, Every star has its glory, Called forth by the Divine, Shaped by its journey through time and space. Jewels of the night sky, I wonder if they ever die. They are the painter’s inspiration, The creative mind’s gateway to a treasure chest. The fullness of their brightness lies in their coming together; Tiny sparkles they render. My siblings and I are like these stars, When our minds and hearts sing the same song, whether aloud or in silence. Lovers often compare their partners to you; But are those words indeed true?
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