|Here is Chapter 2, Act 2 of The Human. "Short Change"|
LamppostLamppost by jackgunski
As I travel ahead of the light,
my shadow appears before me.
When I’m near the next light,
my shadow fades away.
Happy HappyHappy Happy by jackgunski
Take these drugs and feel the fun,
smile once and then you’re done.
Click our ad and try your luck,
elation-fit, and then you’re stuck.
For just another little dime
be happy, happy, all the time.
Melancholy’s for the saps,
put your boredom in our traps.
Once you need a stronger fix,
Give us money, get your kicks.
Hear our pitch, ignore the slime,
be happy, happy, all the time.
Real worlds do not exist,
lance that sadness like a cyst,
Make your own world, make it true,
Use our rules, made just for you.
Where sadness is the biggest crime,
be happy, happy all the time.
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.