|Here is Chapter 2, Act 2 of The Human. "Short Change"|
Last GaspLast Gasp by jackgunski
And the sun glowed a deep red,
just enough to color the inside
of the room a deep mahogany,
stripes of color on the walls.
And the clouds formed in the distance,
just enough to cradle the sunset.
And as if by magic, the rain fell down,
undisturbed by any wind,
undisturbed by any thoughts.
And I watched in great longing,
wondering what the world has
left for me to witness,
for even if I can not leave this room,
I can see everything just outside.
I watch as the color fades from the sky,
and the mahogany turns a brilliant lapis,
and then to nothing.
As the clouds reflect the last gasp of magenta,
As the world fades to black, the rain dies down,
reflecting what little color remains,
and then I turn on the lights.
Soft SpeakingSoft Speaking by jackgunski
I wake up in my bed.
The pillow behind my head
is soft and cool to the touch
as I stare at the ceiling above me.
The sandy texture of the ceiling
comforts me as I try to forget
about the world.
I stand up with great ease
and walk to the window.
I look outside,
and see the sun is still out.
The clouds have greyed
the world ever so slightly.
I see the tops of the trees.
They sway so slightly in the wind.
Have I woken up from a nightmare,
Or have I entered another dream?
The BusinessmanThe Businessman by jackgunski
I see you.
I don’t see you, but I hear you.
I hear you breathing from over here.
I hear your nostrils flaring
and your lungs gasping.
I hear your eyelids flickering,
your eyes darting around the room,
and your tear ducts watering.
I hear the scattershot heartbeat,
as if it’s trying to escape your chest.
I hear your stomach gurgle like it’s
being beaten to death.
I hear your hair standing up on end,
and your pores flooding with sweat.
I hear every cell in your body
crying out in unison.
I hear them screaming, “Help me.”
Which is too bad,
because I’m the only one listening,
and I don’t even care.
Haiku Set 1Haiku Set 1 by jackgunski
Windows are like bars
That shades us and blocks the air.
Why don’t I break them?
Daylight sees colors.
Nighttime sees in black and white.
Blindness just listens.
My brakes have worn down.
My battery is dying.
How much do you pray?
I am not a rock.
I am a fucking lobster,
I don’t know guitar.
I drank way too much.
My bladder’s gonna explode.
Speed up this wedding.
My Sims couple died.
They couldn’t escape the pool.
Time just keeps running.
I need to wake up.
But, well, you know, I’m asleep.
Whatcha gonna do?
I read your dumb note.
So what if you’re unhappy?
I don’t give a shit.
I love this movie.
Don’t you just love the acting?
Isn’t it awesome?
Taste (part 2)
I don’t care about
your frigging movie. It’s good,
Now will you shut up?
Consistency (part 1)
Drink Coca Cola.
Eat Coca Cola ice cubes.
Make this your life’s work.
Consistency (part 2)
The Piano BoyThe Piano Boy by BlackGoddess13
What melody does this young one play
Of silent eyes and starlit rain
Moonlit winds drift by him round
As echoed notes reach out in vain
Yes, my eyes are captured by
And heart by stricken lullaby
That he does orchestrate on whim
As shattered notes force me to cry
And yet, while echoes touch my heart
Not another soul does start
Drifting by on journeys end
Nothing near to a remark
But he plays not for my love for him
Nor the scourges' paradigm
But his eyes on the piano rest
Taken as one to his limbs
He does not see me anyhow
His smile starlight in eyes brown
Dare he not look up at me
Lest he cease his melodic sound
Oh, his name I do not know
And love for him I do not own
But his music has captured me
As I look upon this rogue
With no word I shall depart
But imprisoned shall remain my heart
Not in the boy's shining brown eyes
But in the melody lit with stars.
SilentlySilently she sits, sad, stopping sobsSilently by shanathehuman
Escape everything eventually
Scars show seconds spent silently screaming
Waiting, wondering, withering, whispering
Feeling far from freedom
Dismal, dark, damned
Harmfully hoping, helplessly held
She stays silent
Not In GAMING ModeNot in GAMING ModeNot In GAMING Mode by Michel-le-fou
For Puabi and lovers everywhere
Games and gamers are all around
Setting the world as their boards
They are running this into the ground
And I am getting bloody bored
Where will it end, and will it end with Love?
Or is love a game by now?
Who wins love has to throw the heart
Oh heaven forbid
Keep Love away from them now and forever
Love is not a game or a sport
Not in gaming mode
Puabi and I love devotedly
We play no games with Love
The Old Man's StoriesHey old man, pull up a seat,The Old Man's Stories by CoreyDevon
get comfy and tell me a story.
Tell me about how it used to be,
tell me about those days of glory.
Tell me all about those classic ladies,
how they always maintained a state of grace.
The way they always smelled like daisies,
and always had on the most pleasant face.
Tell me how those ladies revered their bodies,
and the way to get in was earned with respect.
You called them lady, they didn't answer to hottie,
anything less they would flat out reject.
Tell me all about those bold men of character,
how they lived lives of virtue and common sense.
How they stood by their morals and didn't stagger.
Taking only what they earned, no sense of entitlement.
Tell me how they managed their priorities,
"A man don't work, then a man don't eat."
How they took care of their responsibilities,
the family came first, then maybe a personal treat.
Tell me all about the innocent youth,
and how they didn't mature before their time.
How they only knew to live by the truth,
The Great PerhapsPerhaps the stars are in the sky for the number of souls that I love.
Perhaps the sun shows that we should also radiate like her.
Perhaps the night hides all our dark sides.
Perhaps the laughter takes away the pain and gives hope.
Perhaps the sea does not know where to spread, knows no bottom.
Perhaps the waves hit the shore, at low tide and high tide.
Perhaps the cycle of the sun, over hill and vale.
Perhaps the bothering dream, day and night.
Perhaps a balance tilts to the left or right.
Perhaps an uncertain decision, whether yes or no.
Perhaps is the dance rhythm of possibilities
Perhaps sits as deep as the sea of time.
Happiness lies in the Poppy Moon
On purple moonlight;
A shiver in the wind:
Poppies are so tender;
Desire in red
Blazes till the evening sun.
The night is silent smiling.
Already red poppies bloom.
The evening sun rises.
How sweet is thy sleep?
Flaming temptation -
Sensitive and seductive -
In buds rest resurrection.
The velvet flame
In glowing red blaze
Died away in the poppy.
Lost in the evening light,