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SympathyThere was a man yesterday at my window
Asking me why his wife had left him.
Opened the window,
Put my hands on his face,
And snapped his neck
“If you had only told her how much you loved her,
She could have given you all you wanted and more”
Me and You, Yesterday You asked me about my life yesterday, and at the time I wasn't really able to respond truthfully. Well, here you go: the complete and total truth (because I literally have nothing better to do).
Two days ago I enlisted myself in a 10 day insomnia research project to see if it would somehow help me wake me up to the reality of the world (ha, ha, see what I did there?). I don't know why; I don't even suffer from insomnia. Really, my enlistment in the program is like a giant dick up the ass of the research facility. They have to deal with assholes like me all the time. I guess I really don't care anymore- when they find out I don't qualify I'll probably be too far into the study for them to take any legal action. Even if I don't finish the study I still get a stipend. That's a consolation, I guess.
The thing that keeps me up at night isn't really insomnia, it's my over analytical thought process. I have an obsession with the human condition- with eyes especially
LinearLife seems to move in a
Linear direction in
From brights to black.
It turns greyer every day
Like your hair will do;
Like your sight will do
Where are we now?
Can we point on a palate?
On a page?
When we run our fingers through
The braile-stained book of life
We flip the switch, close the door, and
Try to sleep through the darkness.
I think that our days are
Darkened by insight
And pictures of long dead insects
I think that we believe
Our perfect wings to be broken.
Are we as old now at this moment
As we will ever be,
Or is everything happening…
I Know BetterShe whispers to me with her eyes when she thinks I'm not looking;
I'd say she hates me,
Steeping TeaThere is a place not too far from your
Mind’s eye where an alligator sits down
To enjoy the scenery. However, as he
Sits, the world begins to melt.
First go the trees, melting like little
Wax soldiers left out in the sun. The
Alligator doesn’t really mind. He is paying
Too much attention to the mouth forming
In the centre of a purple marsh.
As he watches, the mouth begins to swallow
The colour from the world. And it is
Painful, too. A million colours are gone now
As if they never existed, as if they were
Sucked from the flesh of imagination.
Finally the mouth opens to tell the alligator
Good morning, but the alligator is gone,
And the colourless sun has begun its descent.
Sleep DownWake up,
We can make breakfast in bed and
Weave together our calloused fingers
We can share our afternoons
Pretending like the world is made of diamonds
We can stay up late and
Laugh at those old nightime TV shows
Mr DeathMr. Death has got me by my teeth
WHY DON'T YOU RUN
WHY STOP NOW?
Do not dare to move a muscle.
AfterAs everyone knows, all good things must come to an end. It is the way of the unending circle of life. This life cycle was no different on this day than any other. On this crisp September morning, morning, a maple tree stood tall, silent, and sturdy, providing shade to anyone who happened to sit underneath. It was quiet in the park, the children had played their daily during the summer were away at school, learning multiplication, spelling, and other such things that one learns in the new school year.
Yes, the park was utterly quiet, aside from the conversing birds, the robin couple arguing with the wrens about who made which nest.
The only other considerable sound was the terrible screaming. Screaming of who, you ask? Not who, but what.
The maple tree-which we previously mentioned- being a deciduous tree, had suddenly lost its grip on one of its hundreds of energy factories—or leaves, if you prefer. This certain leave had known for weeks that its unavoidable death was comin
Tines for the studentsYou were in class when the teacher hands every one a human she said you can do what ever u want with the human but no killing them so what we'll you do with your human girl/boy
Shrunken at a gymYou got shrunk at a women's/ men's gym what we'll u do
Anything can happen 18+ is allowed if wanted
Taxi Grave yard the Horizons vistor
In the weak hours of dawn I faintly hear the annoying rasping of excitingly droning knocks on my taxis glass window. Being woken up on a constant basis by this shit really gives me abnormal hours of sleep equaling… these kids give me a headache. I get up out from the pile of books, and the crunched state I was sleeping in. In the back of my taxi I put my hand to my head to regain my senses looking over I crank down the window. Peering out I see a gaggle of teenage dracobuse’s I’m twenty-one man but these guys make it seem like I’m a grandpa! I ask em
“What” and one of them a young girl with long light pink hair, purple pleated mini skirt, and developing wings comes running close to the window
“Hey Logen! There’s a gang of incubuses across the fence!” She says gasping for air “Their playing bomb ball and kicking it into the fence and climbing on it they told us to buzz off ” I look up surprised
Winter WonderlandI disapprovingly look out over the desolate white expanse. The brutally cold winter had reduced it to almost nothing. The flowers, grass, and plants that used to flourish in the spring and summer had been reduced to dry, brown masses in the fall that are now fully concealed by a large blanket of snow.
I inhale the crisp breeze that plays with the short, chestnut locks of my hair. It seems to wake up my senses as I trudge through the powder. I take a second glance. This time, instead of whitewashed nothingness, I see magnificence. The sparkling, crystal beauty of the scene is awe-inspiring. The way the colorless light reflects off of the shining icicles is almost like prisms, casting long rainbows along the drifts. The tall pine trees in the glade are covered in minute icy formations that extend into breath-taking masterpieces of frost.
I continue to walk through, feeling somewhat guilty of spoiling the picture perfect site. I smile to myself as I think that just moments ago, if I had n
TeacherI don't prefer to go by a name. "Teacher" does fine enough.
One day, I had a pupil ask me a most interesting question.
"Teacher, teacher! Who should I fear more: my enemies, or my friends?"
I had not an answer to him for a period of time. When I came back the next week, my answer was prepared.
"Both. A friend can betray your trust, while an enemy has no restraint to you. There is, however, a fine line between friendship and hatred. The line is sometimes smudged--so the real question is, who are your friends? And who aren't?"
UntitledThe games explosion of the 2000 era, a short film about the rise of indie gaming:
(We see a studio apartment with three people on computers. One is a young black man in his early twenties taking a puff from a
herbal cigarette. In the computer next to him is his friend, a young man around the same age who is caucasian sipping some chai tea. The last is a man in his mis 20s, he's wearing a t-shirt of a punk rock band and is drawing some sketches on paper)
James: So are you like, done with the stuff yet, we have to get this out for the company by seven.
Gaspar: Alrighty then. Just let me do a few finishing touches *Gaspar adds some beautiful blue and red skies*
Blake: I'm still wondering why we're doing this for Ybihard, i mean they're going to fuck up everything anyways.
(James swivels around in his chair)
James: For christ sakes, give the company some credit, they made a few good games.
Blake: *coughs* that one game where you can turn back time then die again. I'd like to see some other
I Promise You'll Be FineI walk by the shop and i see the doll on display. I smile sadly to myself as i remember it. Memories rush into my head as i silently cry when i walk away. The doll meant everything to me.
I remember when i was furious beyond words but i directed it all towards you. Truth is that i was never mad at you. It was always at myself, but i wouldn't admit it to you. I had too much pride to admit that i was wrong, but you always still smiled at me. It bothered me so much. I don't even know why.
I looked back at you everytime i finished yelling at you and that smile was still on your face. At one point i snapped and stabbed it as much as i could. I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't take it anymore. I left you feeling betrayed as i gave you away to the lady at the store. She stitched you back up and now you're on display there.
I purposely hurt you as rude as it sounds. I wanted you to know that there are people in ths world that are cruel and ruthless. I didn't want you treating them the way
The Air I opened my front door and lifted my eyelids. The morning air was cold enough to materialize my breath, but my face felt warm enough that the air was refreshing rather than chilling. I stepped into the doorway expecting something extraordinary, only to feel the familiar crunch of gravel under my shoes like tiny bones breaking under the weight of my conscious body. The morning was familiar with me already, though we had never met. She wrapped her body of fog around mine as I stepped out of my doorway and swept her icy fingers through my hair as I drifted down the pathway of gravel-bones. The day was my pet, she was my other half, we were one, and against such a non-concrete being I felt naked.
"Together," The morning seemed to whisper into my ears, "together, together, together."
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