Flawed
Vericose veins track
Bags the color of sickly mucus
Ambiguous mane
But still
A trove of knowledge
Trapped
In a fragile ceramic vase
I could just eat you up
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Under and behind and inside everything
Blood crashes over you
Glass flies and books fall
Rules bend and break
Dreams shatter
Gravity, it seems, was a lie
Held up only on the honor system
And this man, has lost all respect for honor
Peaceful Warrior
I sometimes wonder what made me this way.
Afraid to go into the world, to pursue that which I desire.
Do I somehow deserve this?
Some cosmic predestined fate that shackles me to my character?
You and me, we were two peas in a pod.
My head would float above the clouds, and yours would flow with the riverbanks.
We hunted for days.
We searched for our prey relentlessly.
Our motives and means were different.
I was curious. I was happy.
I wanted to play.
But you were angry. You wanted to share your rage.
Mania flowed from you like noxious gas.
We had it cornered.
And in an instant, with a single blast,
Our lives took off away from each other.
As we realized that there was a line,
Made clearly in the ground.
I had come up to it, peered at it, and ran promptly away.
You flew at it, headlong, like the daily train.
You trampled it.
The line was all smudged up when you were done.
The difference between us.
The reason I am the way I am.
Is because we are two sides of a coin.
The battles I fight are with the world,
while you fight only yourself.
Afraid to go into the world, to pursue that which I desire.
Do I somehow deserve this?
Some cosmic predestined fate that shackles me to my character?
You and me, we were two peas in a pod.
My head would float above the clouds, and yours would flow with the riverbanks.
We hunted for days.
We searched for our prey relentlessly.
Our motives and means were different.
I was curious. I was happy.
I wanted to play.
But you were angry. You wanted to share your rage.
Mania flowed from you like noxious gas.
We had it cornered.
And in an instant, with a single blast,
Our lives took off away from each other.
As we realized that there was a line,
Made clearly in the ground.
I had come up to it, peered at it, and ran promptly away.
You flew at it, headlong, like the daily train.
You trampled it.
The line was all smudged up when you were done.
The difference between us.
The reason I am the way I am.
Is because we are two sides of a coin.
The battles I fight are with the world,
while you fight only yourself.
Onderwater
I float through the darkness,
Gravity finds no foothold on my body.
The tiny creatures come up to my face,
they look in my eyes, questioningly.
They are confused,
"What are you doing here?" they seem to ask.
"I came to visit you, it's been a long time."
They laugh and take off,
"Catch us if you can then!"
I move silently towards them.
The ocean bottom is a painting,
colors thrown in all directions.
As if thrown at random, to create such beautiful order.
The burning at my lungs reminds me this is not my reality.
And so I say my adieus, and the fish, teary eyed, bid their farewells.
Perhaps another time, another place.
A friend left behind
We used to play together all day.
I'd sit with you, not wondering anything at all.
The future had no use to us.
All that mattered were blue skies and gentle summer breezes.
We would imagine ourselves into each others worlds.
Winters would keep us apart, but the summer,
That was our time.
After a long day we would collapse in the shade of the setting sun,
And think only of the day passed,
And stories for the day to come.
But then I grew up, and you grew tall.
I hurt you.
Never then, did I think of what I had done.
The future had no use to us.
All that mattered were car rides and social status.
I grew away, and you grew tall.
I left you.
And only now, grown and wizened by experience and travel,
Do I see the pain on your face.
Of what we once had.
The scar I left upon your chest.
You have grown strong in my absence,
Beautiful.
So again I sit down with you.
Under blue skies and gentle summer breezes.
And wonder what the future might hold in store for us both.
I pray, someday, we might be together again.
Like children, and live with the purest happiness,
Untouched by the taint of the world.
I'd sit with you, not wondering anything at all.
The future had no use to us.
All that mattered were blue skies and gentle summer breezes.
We would imagine ourselves into each others worlds.
Winters would keep us apart, but the summer,
That was our time.
After a long day we would collapse in the shade of the setting sun,
And think only of the day passed,
And stories for the day to come.
But then I grew up, and you grew tall.
I hurt you.
Never then, did I think of what I had done.
The future had no use to us.
All that mattered were car rides and social status.
I grew away, and you grew tall.
I left you.
And only now, grown and wizened by experience and travel,
Do I see the pain on your face.
Of what we once had.
The scar I left upon your chest.
You have grown strong in my absence,
Beautiful.
So again I sit down with you.
Under blue skies and gentle summer breezes.
And wonder what the future might hold in store for us both.
I pray, someday, we might be together again.
Like children, and live with the purest happiness,
Untouched by the taint of the world.
Moving pictures
Moving slowly, the carousel flickers to life.
A moment in time, life bottled, and kept in a vessel that speaks of death.
Devoid of emotion, of sound and taste and smell.
Only the hints of what was.
A smile, running feet, blooming lilacs.
But then the next image blinks on.
And another.
Music slowly draws in.
If you squint your eyes a little, it's almost as if the pictures are moving.
The children are running.
Flowers blow gently in the breeze.
The music fills you with a sense of what was.
Your mind begins to fill in the missing pieces,
and creates new memories, new stories
of what once was.
So what, then, is more real?
The memories of what was, or the imaginings of what could have been.
The memories of what was, or the imaginings of what could have been.
Does it even matter?
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Betelgeuse
A red supergiant
Bright and brilliant
Crumbling away from the inside out
Burning yourself up to feed your friends
And finally explode
In one final act of kindness
We met too late
All that's left is your image impressed upon my iris
Like a kiss from a ghost of a body
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Mubarak
I had a dream. I was in a large room with dividers splitting it into
two halves, and thirds in each half. The walls were all black but
spackled with blue paint, like stars. Little girls were playing with
blue streamers, dressed all in white and glowing just slightly. They
ran from room to room singing a song that was both beautiful and
terrifying. I followed slowly behind. As they entered a sectioned
portion of the room, their glow would light up the walls. Frames hung
there, paintings of things I had forgotten long ago, and had never
even began to think I would ever see again.
two halves, and thirds in each half. The walls were all black but
spackled with blue paint, like stars. Little girls were playing with
blue streamers, dressed all in white and glowing just slightly. They
ran from room to room singing a song that was both beautiful and
terrifying. I followed slowly behind. As they entered a sectioned
portion of the room, their glow would light up the walls. Frames hung
there, paintings of things I had forgotten long ago, and had never
even began to think I would ever see again.
The girls kept moving, and the rooms they left would stay slightly lit
up, somehow congealing into points of light. I stopped to watch in one
room as the light formed into a seed, and planted itself in the air in
front of me. It pushed out a tendril of pale silk, then another, until
a chandelier of cobweb and wan light was hanging there in the air. I
turned back to the girls and saw that they were now playing around a
blue pyramid frame, made out of bone. a dark figure came out of a
corner, hooded, and knelt to one of the girls. The hooded figure, a
woman, said "I will buy this for $200".
And then the phone rang.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Micro Uzis Akimbo
They move behind pillars, the fog gently rising in the midnight starlight.
Sirens sound off in the distance, but they will not arrive in time.
I draw both pistols out, silently weighing them in my hands.
Flexing my fingers around their grip, they are like two old friends that have been away for far too long.
I hear them shuffling off in the distance. The familiar click as they ready for me.
There is no one coming to save me.
I hear the first step. A slap of cold rubber on hard concrete.
I spin out from behind the dumpster I had so recently called home, pulling my hands up to eye level.
The night is cut and the seal is broken.
Gunfire rings out in the alleyway, the tiny pieces of lead fly to my left and right.
I respond in kind, running and screaming towards them.
I am a possessed demon.
From the deepest and dustiest corners of my mind, something has been brewing.
An anger, ancient and primal. An anger from my ancestors.
The anger they must have felt as the wilds killed their kin, with no explanation.
An anger with no language to express it in, other than archaic shrieks and bursts of violence.
That anger, has slowly matured inside of me. Has come to fruition today.
It escapes the cobwebs of imagination, and embodies itself.
It is the strength that drives me forward.
It is the air that screams bloody murder from my lungs.
It is the synapses that twitch my fingers across the hair triggers.
It is the flashes of light as guns fire.
It is the bullet that stops, dead, in those that cross my path.
They are taken aback. Who is this devil?
Where is the man, who, moments ago, cowered in this dank place.
They hide again. They carefully weigh their options.
Concrete bursts like raindrops around them. This is not what they had expected.
Finally, silence again. The only noise is the ringing in their ears. They look to each other, with the same question in their eyes.
'Should we go after him?'
They agree unanimously. This is simply an animal. We must not bow down to such creatures.
They both emerge from their corners, a new wave of confidence filling their hearts.
They are cut down within seconds.
I stop to look at their bloodied corpses. The flashing lights have finally arrived. I wonder why I cannot hear their sirens, when I realize it is because I haven't stopped screaming. Both guns have fallen from me, hands trembling, and still I cannot stop screaming.
My eyes are wild, rolling uncontrollably in their sockets. My body moves without my command. Why am I doing this? I look each officer in the eye, screaming in no language, but still they understand.
They draw their guns.
My inner being screams out to stop. I didn't mean to do this! This is not my fault! I will not harm you.
But my legs, and my talons, have other ideas. Something snaps, and I bolt out at them. Snarling and drooling like a rabid dog.
They put me down just as easily.
Sirens sound off in the distance, but they will not arrive in time.
I draw both pistols out, silently weighing them in my hands.
Flexing my fingers around their grip, they are like two old friends that have been away for far too long.
I hear them shuffling off in the distance. The familiar click as they ready for me.
There is no one coming to save me.
I hear the first step. A slap of cold rubber on hard concrete.
I spin out from behind the dumpster I had so recently called home, pulling my hands up to eye level.
The night is cut and the seal is broken.
Gunfire rings out in the alleyway, the tiny pieces of lead fly to my left and right.
I respond in kind, running and screaming towards them.
I am a possessed demon.
From the deepest and dustiest corners of my mind, something has been brewing.
An anger, ancient and primal. An anger from my ancestors.
The anger they must have felt as the wilds killed their kin, with no explanation.
An anger with no language to express it in, other than archaic shrieks and bursts of violence.
That anger, has slowly matured inside of me. Has come to fruition today.
It escapes the cobwebs of imagination, and embodies itself.
It is the strength that drives me forward.
It is the air that screams bloody murder from my lungs.
It is the synapses that twitch my fingers across the hair triggers.
It is the flashes of light as guns fire.
It is the bullet that stops, dead, in those that cross my path.
They are taken aback. Who is this devil?
Where is the man, who, moments ago, cowered in this dank place.
They hide again. They carefully weigh their options.
Concrete bursts like raindrops around them. This is not what they had expected.
Finally, silence again. The only noise is the ringing in their ears. They look to each other, with the same question in their eyes.
'Should we go after him?'
They agree unanimously. This is simply an animal. We must not bow down to such creatures.
They both emerge from their corners, a new wave of confidence filling their hearts.
They are cut down within seconds.
I stop to look at their bloodied corpses. The flashing lights have finally arrived. I wonder why I cannot hear their sirens, when I realize it is because I haven't stopped screaming. Both guns have fallen from me, hands trembling, and still I cannot stop screaming.
My eyes are wild, rolling uncontrollably in their sockets. My body moves without my command. Why am I doing this? I look each officer in the eye, screaming in no language, but still they understand.
They draw their guns.
My inner being screams out to stop. I didn't mean to do this! This is not my fault! I will not harm you.
But my legs, and my talons, have other ideas. Something snaps, and I bolt out at them. Snarling and drooling like a rabid dog.
They put me down just as easily.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Vigor (White whine)
With a little more motivation I could have been head of state.
More time and I'd be a rock star.
I could've been a doctor, if I had a little more sympathy.
A little more money could bring me all the things I dreamt about.
Some love from mom and pop, I might've been an astronaut.
A bit of encouragement, maybe I'd have a decent job.
A tiny bit of attention, I could have a friend or two.
A speck of something, and I'd have anyone else's life but my own.
More time and I'd be a rock star.
I could've been a doctor, if I had a little more sympathy.
A little more money could bring me all the things I dreamt about.
Some love from mom and pop, I might've been an astronaut.
A bit of encouragement, maybe I'd have a decent job.
A tiny bit of attention, I could have a friend or two.
A speck of something, and I'd have anyone else's life but my own.
With the slightest mote of responsibility, maybe, just maybe, I
could've gotten it all for myself.
Bleach
Water crashes on your shore
The foam frothing by jagged rocks
Erosion has spoilt the foundation
But still it stands
Solid in the moonlight, as rain batters the treetops
Seasons saunter and sun fades
The core churns far below
The end of days will come
Geysers will burst
Volcanoes will erupt
Earth will freeze and oceans boil
Your land will not heaven take
The craggy shell will remain
But you will look into the eye of the storm
And you will wonder what has taken him so long
And you will ask for more
The foam frothing by jagged rocks
Erosion has spoilt the foundation
But still it stands
Solid in the moonlight, as rain batters the treetops
Seasons saunter and sun fades
The core churns far below
The end of days will come
Geysers will burst
Volcanoes will erupt
Earth will freeze and oceans boil
Your land will not heaven take
The craggy shell will remain
But you will look into the eye of the storm
And you will wonder what has taken him so long
And you will ask for more
Monday, February 7, 2011
Locust
You stretch out and pull at ropes
Reining in wild horses
The gravel jolts you, keeping you on your toes
Flies whip past, never finding purchase on your skin
Bandana brought up and hat pulled low
The feeling of control impregnated into your reality
You turn to watch the dust storm fast approaching
Your life does not flash before your eyes
You do not pay penance to your god
Death does not greet you with a smile
There is no acceptance
There is only you
And the dust
And the indomitable will to survive
You will survive
Reining in wild horses
The gravel jolts you, keeping you on your toes
Flies whip past, never finding purchase on your skin
Bandana brought up and hat pulled low
The feeling of control impregnated into your reality
You turn to watch the dust storm fast approaching
Your life does not flash before your eyes
You do not pay penance to your god
Death does not greet you with a smile
There is no acceptance
There is only you
And the dust
And the indomitable will to survive
You will survive
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Brown eyes
He was refined
Crisp and clean-cut
And the slightest hint of mystery
Confidence, he wore like a well worn hat
But not just a pretty face
His soul sang a chorale
Pushing through youth and ignorance
A smile that spoke of far away lands
A twinkle in his eye whispered of unimaginable heartache
His hands, they played a sonnet of affection on my body
A kiss that knew no one else but me
I searched your eyes
Attempted to peer into your very being
And knew it all to be true
Little did I know
That I only understand love
And your body speaks only in romance
Crisp and clean-cut
And the slightest hint of mystery
Confidence, he wore like a well worn hat
But not just a pretty face
His soul sang a chorale
Pushing through youth and ignorance
A smile that spoke of far away lands
A twinkle in his eye whispered of unimaginable heartache
His hands, they played a sonnet of affection on my body
A kiss that knew no one else but me
I searched your eyes
Attempted to peer into your very being
And knew it all to be true
Little did I know
That I only understand love
And your body speaks only in romance
Misunderstatement
In a room filled with trolls and children
You shone brightly above the rest
Like a half dead flashlight flickering in a landfill
I clung to you as the refuse crushed in around us
Cherished your warmth as nights grew long
The graze of your finger on my cheek seemed to brush my very soul
You seemed to understand me like no other
But then you began to speak in tongues
Words so familiar, but never from your mouth
You took tiny knives and slowly cut
All the places no one else had ever touched
And took it back for yourself
Leaving holes in me
Memories of what you had once claimed
Did it mean anything to you?
Was I not good enough?
You will never hurt me again
And I will never share myself again
Is what I repeat, month after month
As years turn to old age
You shone brightly above the rest
Like a half dead flashlight flickering in a landfill
I clung to you as the refuse crushed in around us
Cherished your warmth as nights grew long
The graze of your finger on my cheek seemed to brush my very soul
You seemed to understand me like no other
But then you began to speak in tongues
Words so familiar, but never from your mouth
You took tiny knives and slowly cut
All the places no one else had ever touched
And took it back for yourself
Leaving holes in me
Memories of what you had once claimed
Did it mean anything to you?
Was I not good enough?
You will never hurt me again
And I will never share myself again
Is what I repeat, month after month
As years turn to old age
---
Why, when standing in a landfill, did you never think to look up at
the stars that surround you?
Hashshashin
Swept under the rug
Falling on deaf ears
Blade dulled by the grindstone of time
Piranhas nipping at passing feet
Yoked to a dead mule
But no, not this time
The fury builds
Ticking closer second by second
Pressure gauges begin to spin
Tremors begin to surface
Oceans begin to boil
Time slows to a hesitant halt
And finally eruption
...
I greet you with a smile
Hiding the anger sweltering below
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sonnet on layaway
There's so much out there to see and do and talk about. To experience. So much, and so little time. So little time that I'm not sure I'll ever find you.
And if I do, I might not want to believe it.
And if I do, I might not have the patience to see it through.
And If I do, I might not have the uniqueness to keep you interested.
And if I do, I may still very well feel so jealous that I'll never be completely happy anyways.
I just... want you there with me for it all. I want you to be perfect.
To be loving without need.
To love without hate.
To love without greed or pride.
To love without jealousy.
To love without closeness.
To love at the right times.
To love at the wrong times.
To love when I don't want to be loved.
To love when you dont want to love me back.
To love fiercely.
But most importantly. To love without fail. Waver it might. Strained it will be. Topple it will never.
Green eyes
strange to say the least
it was unearthly
She was so pretty I could cry
She was ageless
Radiated good nature. She seemed so happy and cheerful.
A confusion of emotion, of love
Well attraction maybe
But it was more... appreciation
Not of an artwork. But of... a feeling or collective of feelings. No...
It was of a woman.
The appreciation of womanhood.
Her eyes, her speech, her laugh.
It all just came together to make something so wholesome.
For an immeasurable time I felt euphoric almost.
It felt as if the whole morning warmed for me alone while snow covered everywhere else.
Her eyes were a mix of grey and green...
i've already forgotten her face.
Why do I always forget the ones we appreciate the most.
My imagination won't let me
my imagination is a prison.
Child Soldiers
It is only through love can you learn hate
One cannot survive without the other. Isn't it so obvious? How can you love anyone until you truly know what it is to not love someone. How to hate, and despise them. Or not even someone, something. Anything. How can you really be sure that you love anything if you have never felt the urge of hate. How would you even know.
I passed my enemies by in the streets. I did not realize they were my enemies. Nor did I realize I had so many. But enemies they all were. And I realized that they were my enemies for one reason alone, one purpose. In my blind pursuit for love, they stood in my way. And thus they had become objects of hatred. Things that would push my love higher, and my anger deeper. To love is to hate, and to hate is to love. To defeat a foe, to truly defeat them, to cripple them, and to destroy them, is to know them. To know them is to love them. To love that which you hate. And to love, to love anyone, anything. It is to hate all else, so that the love may stand out. May be pure. So to hate is to love and to love is to hate. Such a simple idea, only now clear how horrible it truly is.
So we march onwards, in our quest for what is right and good, not that which is bright. Not tempted by the lures of monsters hiding in the deep.
~Anonymous
Saturn and Mars
Why do you make everything about you
I mean EVERYTHING
God... I could beat you to a pulp... the amount of anger I have... just please... stop...
I could be having the time of my life, and somehow you would figure out a way to turn that into me hating you even more. If I'm ever happy and it's not because of you, it eats at you doesn't it. You're like a plague. No, plagues eat relentlessly, while you just pick my most happiest moments to do it, dont you. I think thats worse.
Why dont you leave them alone. Leave them all alone. Its because of you I hate myself. Because I see in you what I once wanted to be. It's not even your fault. It's just because you're so, hateable. So stupid, and airheaded, and ignorant. And I try so hard not to see those things in you. I even tried to love you for a point. There was no point in that was there. I slowly came to realize that you dont live for love. You dont even want it. You consume love. It fuels you, doesnt it. You horde it. For power. For protection. As a gauge of your self worth.
How do I know all this, you ask? Because I do it too. I try, though perhaps not so brazenly. Perhaps more subtle. Perhaps not. But I horde love as well. I dont cherish it the way I should. But I know the error in it. Perhaps I haven't corrected it yet, but it is still a problem for me. For you it is not. I dont think it ever will. You are too stubborn in your ways to realize how wrong you are. But perhaps I am the greater of two evils if I realize its wrong and continue on anyways. And whats worse, I string along people, oblivious to it all of what I do.
So I am the evil in the end. And it is in this statement I realize, I have turned my rage towards you, from your hurt on others, into the rage against me, and the ten-fold worse evils I have unleashed upon others. We are so alike, you and I. Do you even realize it. Should one of us die... I think I'd be a lot more assured of the future of this fragile planet. Should both of us die... I think everyone else would be too.
~Anonymous
The name of the rose
who knows what tommorow may bring
of sadness and sorrow
of hope and happiness
till thou dost perish amongst the burdensome worry, or burn brightly in your love
'tis the rose that smells so sweet that cannot be described in so few a word
nor in scriptures of epic proportions
that drives one
until he finds the very rose for himself
our money, our strength, our knowledge and our very self, our ego, all are labours of love
of one form or another
evil or good unbeknownst
love...
is love...
has always been love...
will always be love...
unconditionally, unthinkingly, and undoubtingly...
until the flames engulf the world...
Love me do
If you love someone, it shouldn't be because you think they're perfect. Nor should it be that you think they could someday become perfect for you.
Love someone, simply because you do. If they have quirks, you can work on those. If you can't get past them, they shouldn't make a difference. Just love 'em for no good reason at all, and expect nothing more in return than a cold shoulder. Obviously you'd want a little more than that, but when you love someone, you have to expect the fights and heartaches too.
~Anonymous
Acrylic Paint
the unconceivable colors in a single shade
did you ever think about that
the hues, the textures, the tints and the glows trapped within a single shade
they are not seen; they are not painted, captured or caught
they can only be felt
you can see them on certain morn
you can see them in the air, in the sky, in the parks and the fields
in the sunrise and the waning moon
you can see them as you wake and as you fall asleep
but you will never see them
no... because you have no need
the wondrous colors that I see
are those of fantasy
there it is... there in your eyes...
the shade of love...
the color of... you
the unconceivable colors in a single shade
did you ever think about that
the hues, the textures, the tints and the glows trapped within a single shade
they are not seen; they are not drawn, scribbled or thrown
they can only be felt
you can see them on certain night
you can see them in the water, in the sleepy hollows, in the forests and the rain
in the twilight and still dark
you can see them in your dreams and the deepest nether regions of your soul
but you will never see them
no... because you have no need
the horrible colors that i see
are those of pain and remorse
there it is... there in your eyes
the shade of hate
the color of... you
~Yin and Yang
the unconceivable colors in a single shade
did you ever think about that
the hues, the textures, the tints and the glows trapped within a single shade
they are not seen; they are not drawn, scribbled or thrown
they can only be felt
you can see them on certain night
you can see them in the water, in the sleepy hollows, in the forests and the rain
in the twilight and still dark
you can see them in your dreams and the deepest nether regions of your soul
but you will never see them
no... because you have no need
the horrible colors that i see
are those of pain and remorse
there it is... there in your eyes
the shade of hate
the color of... you
~Yin and Yang
Car ride
Today... I felt I could reach out and touch you
I stretched my fingers out the window
as the car pulled away
and just as quickly
you were gone for me
and there was nothing left
and there was nothing to go to
there is only
now
Time heals all wounds
I remember few things from that night...
I remember the walk I spent outside...
I remember seeing that which pained me most...
I remember excruciating pain...
I remember the silence when we crossed paths...
I remember the pain that was held in me while I smiled with everyone...
and through all that... all the muck and bullshit... Today I only have the one memory of happiness...
Pain is a memory
Joy is a fresh feeling in my heart
Anonymity
Have you ever just watched someone... maybe on a car ride... maybe just sitting around... maybe they're talking to somebody else... but all you do is stare at them. Appreciating their presence. Just being happy with the fact that perhaps you aren't speaking... perhaps not even on the best of terms... but they're still there so that the opportunity is there. Never take for granted how special it is to have someone you love close by, even if they don't know it, or just don't care.
Its better to be with someone you love and want them to leave...
than to be alone and want them back...
Its better to be with someone you love and want them to leave...
than to be alone and want them back...
L'Amour
damn you...
for making me hurt so...
for letting me love you the way i did...
for letting me love you the way i do...
and play it off as a simple friendly gesture...
damn you for ever loving me at all...
4th of July
It was a night filled with fireworks.
An amorphous blob of darkness, pierced by two dim souls.
As anonymity took hold of the crowd, she began to draw close.
In my heart, I knew it was the cold and the noise, but I didn't care.
For that instant, as the ashes fell from the sky and the heaven's were lit up, I had her... there, in my arms.
For the briefest moment, my world was complete and unending.
The walk home was in silence. Filled with tension and hope.
She took a step forward.
She grabbed hold of me and drew me in...
She held me close, and we stood there.
For god knows how long, we stood.
Dancing to the music only we could hear in our own hearts.
As the moon and sun danced along in the sky
A writing experiment
Nothing up my sleeve but my heart
and a dozen paper cranes, folding into themselves
as the sun cuts through swathes of seeping despair
you tell me there will be a next timebut your eyes are looking to the horizon
and the bones on the back of your hand are playing only one noteSo I sing my lonely song with all the broken hearts
Carl Sagan
The universe is so incredibly incredibly gigantic, unimaginably so. So
huge that some parts that we see now in the sky came into existence
and burned away millions of years ago. And there could be who knows
what happening out there right now that we won't know about for
another couple million years, and by then the earth would've smashed
into the sun, and the sun long burnt out. We are hurtling on a speck
of dust and it's the single greatest miracle that we are even alive
right now, with the ability to look up and have even an inkling of an
idea of what's going on out there for the brief period we will have
here.
huge that some parts that we see now in the sky came into existence
and burned away millions of years ago. And there could be who knows
what happening out there right now that we won't know about for
another couple million years, and by then the earth would've smashed
into the sun, and the sun long burnt out. We are hurtling on a speck
of dust and it's the single greatest miracle that we are even alive
right now, with the ability to look up and have even an inkling of an
idea of what's going on out there for the brief period we will have
here.
Rosetta's Stone
Please wipe your feet before proceeding
Dress code is in effect
Look both ways before crossing the street
Present ID as you cross the till
Stay behind the yellow line
Keep clear of the doors as they close
Kindly use your sleeve when coughing or sneezing in public
Keep to the right
Follow the steps as outlined by the manual
You may not illegally copy or reuse this software
Refrain from making hateful or inciting statements
Use correct terminology when describing elaborate procedures
Lunch breaks must be no longer than one (1) hour
Meetings must be scheduled and relevant invitees must be informed
Please keep seatbelts fastened and your chair in an upright position
Ensure lights are properly engaged for driving conditions
Yield to thoroughfare traffic
Stop for crossing pedestrians
Dangerous curves, next 25 km
Low bridge ahead
Turn off all lights before leaving a room
Chew food thoroughly before swallowing
Brush your teeth after every meal
Adults generally require 7 to 8 hours of sleep
...
whatdoesitallmeanwhyamihereist
...
flying through clouds of cream puffs and above oceans of mountain dew on the back of a giant eagle as angels play divine country medleys and the heavens rain beautiful women and I destroy hordes of zombies with my machine gun of lightning and chainsaws
...
Please wipe your feet before proceeding
Gabrielle Roy
The flush of color on your skin
The sharp intake of air
Stars have aligned for this
A brush of chance contact
Electrified in a stolen moment
The room begins to spin out of control
Faster and faster as courage builds
People become blurs of joy
Light and shadow dance in frenzy
And a weight drops to my feet
Drowning in the movement
Trying to find my breath
Gasping for air
As my lungs fill with confusion
And finally I succumb to my fate
And sink
Sink into your fleeting perfect love
The sharp intake of air
Stars have aligned for this
A brush of chance contact
Electrified in a stolen moment
The room begins to spin out of control
Faster and faster as courage builds
People become blurs of joy
Light and shadow dance in frenzy
And a weight drops to my feet
Drowning in the movement
Trying to find my breath
Gasping for air
As my lungs fill with confusion
And finally I succumb to my fate
And sink
Sink into your fleeting perfect love
Socratic Questioning
A man sits in a gallery
Eyebrows furrowed in contemplation
As blood drips down his temples
Hyde and seek
Fickle is my mind
A constant battle for consciousness
To fight the urges that resonate primal
I measure my responses
Plan steps ahead
I withhold the needs of the soul
The darkness that paces the cockles of my heart
He yearns to escape
To fight
To sleep
To fuck
To feed
To exist
To damn the gods and spit in their faces
And waggle his tongue and thumb his nose
Caged and broken, but writhing with rage
One day
One day soon
One day soon he will come
Let us pray
Amen
A constant battle for consciousness
To fight the urges that resonate primal
I measure my responses
Plan steps ahead
I withhold the needs of the soul
The darkness that paces the cockles of my heart
He yearns to escape
To fight
To sleep
To fuck
To feed
To exist
To damn the gods and spit in their faces
And waggle his tongue and thumb his nose
Caged and broken, but writhing with rage
One day
One day soon
One day soon he will come
Let us pray
Amen
It never rains when you want it to:
I remember: your warm hand at my shoulder, your fingertips tracing patterns on my back, arm around my waist. Steady, steady.
The look in your eyes that told me what you were thinking of at that moment, the folding of your hands and darting of eyes when you were lying, how your jaw moved when you were angry.
I want to forget.
~Anonymous
I remember: stolen glances when no one else was looking. The feeling
of being alone in the crush of people. The sole focus of your
attention.
The quiet walks in loud streets, wordless but deafening with my
heartbeat. Turning a corner and feeling lost in your love. The final
time we were alone.
I want to forget.
The look in your eyes that told me what you were thinking of at that moment, the folding of your hands and darting of eyes when you were lying, how your jaw moved when you were angry.
I want to forget.
~Anonymous
I remember: stolen glances when no one else was looking. The feeling
of being alone in the crush of people. The sole focus of your
attention.
The quiet walks in loud streets, wordless but deafening with my
heartbeat. Turning a corner and feeling lost in your love. The final
time we were alone.
I want to forget.
Quassia
Ashen snow deadens the night
A palace gleams in an unearthly winter glow
Across the vast garden, a waltz echoes
Warmth flows from it's source
Ladies move silently, as if set on rails
Not a hair falls out of place
And up the balustrade, a princess appears
A mask covers her face as she presents herself
"Come, the night waits for no one"
A palace gleams in an unearthly winter glow
Across the vast garden, a waltz echoes
Warmth flows from it's source
Ladies move silently, as if set on rails
Not a hair falls out of place
And up the balustrade, a princess appears
A mask covers her face as she presents herself
"Come, the night waits for no one"
A fresh kill
Get in your car
Open the door to your packaged sunshine
To where you folded up your old childish notions
Fill it with your adult insecurities
Relive the scent
Feel it in your bones as you soar
Shift into drive
And glide back
To when the ground was still hard and your heart still soft
When scars were still fresh and kisses still wet
Slip on your shades
And see the world clearly once again
Open the door to your packaged sunshine
To where you folded up your old childish notions
Fill it with your adult insecurities
Relive the scent
Feel it in your bones as you soar
Shift into drive
And glide back
To when the ground was still hard and your heart still soft
When scars were still fresh and kisses still wet
Slip on your shades
And see the world clearly once again
Mirrorology
Cast a spell
to reflect your wicked deeds
to show your imperfections to the world
as stars shine from the blackness of your soul
there is salvation in knowing that it can all be cured
to reflect your wicked deeds
to show your imperfections to the world
as stars shine from the blackness of your soul
there is salvation in knowing that it can all be cured
Ceiling on Desires
People settling for less upsets me. I don't know why. Maybe because I
think "this person THINKS they're happy but they're not." not only are
they not happy but they don't even realize it. Or rather they do but
they either think it's good enough, or they just don't think about it.
It upsets me because I have such high standards for... Everything, it
scares me to think if normal people can't even find true happiness
what hope do I have.
People settle for jobs they don't really like but tell themselves that
either they get paid enough or they like what they're doing. People
don't like the stuff they have but they tell themselves they don't
need anything more, or maybe what they have is good enough. The worst
is the one you love. How many people do you think know true love. I
dont think you can truly love someone unless you trust them completely
(or at least on the stuff that matters), respect them completely in
their opinions even if you don't agree, and are willing to change
anything about yourself for them BUT (and this is probably the most
important part) you don't have to because you both already work
together. Maybe true love is fleeting: two who are perfect together
today may be no good at all for each other tomorrow. Maybe that's why
highschool love never lasts. Maybe it is true love at the time but
then you both mature into different people. Maybe nobody ever really
finds someone worth loving, so we invent a lower level of infatuation,
call it love, and we all just settle. I think thats what breaks my
heart the most.
It's almost like there's a gauge for happiness, like a thermometer.
The mercury is how content you are, and the top of the thermometer is
when your at your most blissful state. And temperature is your
environment, the things affecting how happy we are. We spend our whole
lives either trying to change the environment so we can be happier, or
chopping down the top of the thermometer, learning to live with less
and pretending it's good enough.
think "this person THINKS they're happy but they're not." not only are
they not happy but they don't even realize it. Or rather they do but
they either think it's good enough, or they just don't think about it.
It upsets me because I have such high standards for... Everything, it
scares me to think if normal people can't even find true happiness
what hope do I have.
People settle for jobs they don't really like but tell themselves that
either they get paid enough or they like what they're doing. People
don't like the stuff they have but they tell themselves they don't
need anything more, or maybe what they have is good enough. The worst
is the one you love. How many people do you think know true love. I
dont think you can truly love someone unless you trust them completely
(or at least on the stuff that matters), respect them completely in
their opinions even if you don't agree, and are willing to change
anything about yourself for them BUT (and this is probably the most
important part) you don't have to because you both already work
together. Maybe true love is fleeting: two who are perfect together
today may be no good at all for each other tomorrow. Maybe that's why
highschool love never lasts. Maybe it is true love at the time but
then you both mature into different people. Maybe nobody ever really
finds someone worth loving, so we invent a lower level of infatuation,
call it love, and we all just settle. I think thats what breaks my
heart the most.
It's almost like there's a gauge for happiness, like a thermometer.
The mercury is how content you are, and the top of the thermometer is
when your at your most blissful state. And temperature is your
environment, the things affecting how happy we are. We spend our whole
lives either trying to change the environment so we can be happier, or
chopping down the top of the thermometer, learning to live with less
and pretending it's good enough.
Really what we need is to increase the mercury without changing
anything else: learning to truly be happier with what we have. Force yourself
anything else: learning to truly be happier with what we have. Force yourself
to actually BE happier with what you have, not change your perception
of things to make it SEEM like you're happier (or happiest given the situation)
A sort of fairy tale
Whispered words in the dark
The world remains unchanged
But a fuse has been ignited
All because
Of a single
Thought
Put onto the air
And forever nothing is the same
The world remains unchanged
But a fuse has been ignited
All because
Of a single
Thought
Put onto the air
And forever nothing is the same
How do you solve a problem like Maria
Troubles are fleeting.
Good times are eternal,
they keep you company
late at night if you let them
Good times are eternal,
they keep you company
late at night if you let them
Half truths and circumstance
In the end your only debt is to the earth.
And she always collects.
Life is an ocean of despair, bur everyone always forgets they came
along with a paddle
Both black and colorful
Life giving and death bringing
Peaceful and violent
Ruler of all men
Instead of telling you the truth I'll feed you lies to show you who I really am
And she always collects.
Life is an ocean of despair, bur everyone always forgets they came
along with a paddle
Both black and colorful
Life giving and death bringing
Peaceful and violent
Ruler of all men
Instead of telling you the truth I'll feed you lies to show you who I really am
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