Venerable

I've been spreading myself thin again and Very little is getting The attention it fully deserves There are several causes for this Strain half the time and Half the time I'm doing my best To arrange their conclusion, but How effective can half-mast truly be? How about we brood a little more? Every time my mind wanders I sink a little further Scratch that scab, scratch that scab That I'd so dearly wished would Just become a scar I suppose it's just those figurative bats that Keep swinging at my head It's a long road that's been chasing me While that knife goes into my brain How about we brood a little more? Every time my mind wanders I sink a little further Scratch that scab, scratch that scab That I'd so dearly wished would Just become a scar I suppose it's just those figurative bats that Keep swinging at my head That's preventing my escape 1-2-3-Go! But I'll swing a little harder I'll run a little faster I've got the tools Just need to use them Though I just need to use Though I just need to use It's a long road that's been chasing me While that knife goes into my brain

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

Sharp flickers of light Set my senses ablaze Rain hits the window in waves Pulsing like the warm flashes that Course over my nerves as the subconscious erupts Into bittersweet bliss This has been culminating for æons and it appears It appears that the stage has been set For our epic conquest Sever combinations My queen, my queen My queen, my queen Raw animal lust and the most poignant Of spiritual connections If I believed in destiny This would be it I survived through stagnancy on your prose Rebuilt in the face of degradation And brought conquest to new lands Wishing you were by my side I count myself lucky that this Torturous dance ever commenced Yet curse the parameters surrounding it Daily, daily, daily daily! Woven from the same scarce cloth I'm tired of living for what could have been As life is too short for second best Life is too short for second best My queen, my queen My queen, my queen Woven from the same scarce cloth Oh, I'm tired of living for what could have been

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

Awaking to half-clogged sinuses and That familiar feeling in my guts Variations on a recurrent theme Could exhaustion be the cause of my Gastrointestinal predicament? Or do I simply loathe my daily cell that much? I choke, I choke down This morning, every morning Towels to bruised shins And a crisp shirt later The road is taken Finely prepared sustenance In the hopes that if I prepare it with care The gurgles in my belly will finally cease Too tired from the old routine, too tired, too tired A firm belief is placed in the fact That coffee is all that gets me through Or do I simply loathe my daily cell that much? I choke, I choke down This morning, every morning Towels to bruised shins And a crisp shirt later The road is taken To a numbing punchline Spinning my wheels Until the week draws to a close Rinse, repeat Waiting for the snow to fall Or do I simply loathe my daily cell that much? I choke, I choke down This morning, every morning Towels to bruised shins And a crisp shirt later The road is taken

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

Criticize me For this self-indulgent introspective… It's all there is these days When my pen's poison runs dry and… Progress requires my hands and mind to move Body aches Mind numbs Mood is firmly soured This firm belief remains In this case Quitting is for the weak Previous forecasts are appearing Much more overcast than anticipated But we forge on Twigs and mosses crunching at our feet This mission is colder and The terrain much more difficult Than we'd prefer But I refuse to turn back If I don't meet you At the other side I don't meet you At the other side The bags under my eyes Have begun to twitch Under the strain That we've endured these past weeks While the sun chose to hide Behind its hollow grey sheath Body aches, mind numbs, mood firmly soured This firm belief remains In this case Quitting is for the weak You all can walk away But I won't fail this time If I don't meet you at the other side I don't meet you at the other side Progress requires my hands and mind to move

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

How long will I hold my breath this time Keeping my eyes closed so tight My heart rate slows, then turns on a dime and I Haven't moved in over fifteen minutes baby And the lights are fading despite this internal marathon It's tough to read Whether or not these procedures are perceived As irrational, contrived, or perhaps I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, just once I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, just this once I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, just oncе I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, just this oncе As though a mist of tiny glass shards is Raining down, head down and run through This starchy maze, as my lungs fill up with moths Head down and run through As though a mist of tiny glass shards is Raining down, head down and run through If the scenario dictates that the pants make the man I'll own this town If the scenario dictates that the pants make the man I'll own this town It's a wicked pike And I think I like it It's a wicked pike And I think I It's a wicked pike And I think I like it It's a wicked pike And I'm wondering as you lose your face If the scenario dictates that the pants make the man I'll own this town If the scenario dictates that the pants make the man I'll own this town

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

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This is nothing more than an Elaborate marketing campaign And a rather brilliant one at that Praying on humanity's Insecurity of what it doesn't understand No god Never was No god Never was No god Never was No god Never was Always has been Always will be Ignorance begets Ignorance Utilize, control, manipulate Then profit Religion is a cancer Religion is a cancer No god Never was No god Never was No god Never was No god Never was No god Never was No god Never was No god Never was No god Nеver was

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

No matter how much I do There is an overwhelming sense that I'm not doing enough In every facet of my life There’s a heavy psychological burden to be carrying Like a backpack full of fifty five pound plates But it brings with it a clear fucking message To never accept mediocrity It's a hunger that can never be fed True satisfaction never felt Couple this with a deep rooted Unspecified anger that has existed and remained constant For the greater part of my post-pubescent life Save for a few short periods of general contentment And we're starting to paint a seemingly dreary picture But fret not my dear, for within this state I am driven Within this state I cannot fail Within this state I will attack the challenges I’ve laid before myself without reserve and with unbridled passion Within this state I find life This is the ugliest happy you've ever seen

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

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How they produce such a lasting effect It's not hard to understand Just unfortunate Talk about shattered confidence Heaving forward in quiet desperation These are mere fronts Productive, but fronts nonetheless Anything to stop my mind from wandering Anything to keep you out It's mostly a lesson in toque That applies under these circumstances The ol' guess and test A torturous process As it's proved historically to wear on the patience of this rambler One line on an empty page When can any of this be changed? When these spiteful pieces of you won't come back down And time stands still This has been a trap for far too many years We've seen others abandon ship But we'll follow this one to the bottom it seems

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026