|Here is Chapter 2, Act 2 of The Human. "Short Change"|
Brain Is LostBrain Is Lost by jackgunski
Brain is lost, find it.
We’re beyond the mediocrity.
That sweet spot where the shittiness of life lays,
we’ve passed it, and we’ve wrecked ourselves.
Where was my brain?
I told myself that I would restart
to let the new programming kick in,
and it’s gone now.
The amateurs were gone.
Or maybe they were still there,
but nobody cares since we have all this great stuff now.
The amateurs have lost control to the tech savy,
the autotuners who tune us out
the bastards who took flash and fizzled it out
with cold calculations
and m*********** on the top of machines
screaming, “I am the center of the universe!
I know how to make everybody like me!
I can grasp their attention for minutes,
for hours, minutes at a time!
Give me a bigger paycheck!”
Where was my head?
I travelled across the country to find something,
and I found many people’s minds.
They were soaked in formaldehyde,
unable to expand, unable to breathe.
The jars filled with brains sat on
Time LimitTime Limit by jackgunski
I see them melting in the stands.
They liquefy and start to run.
I hold them close with rubber bands.
I grip them tight, with both my hands.
They all fall out, each one by one.
Just one more year, and I’ll be done.
I’ll have time soon to see the sky.
I’ll gaze into the brightest sun.
This cell can’t hold me, may it try,
but I’ll break free, with my throat dry
from screaming down the barreled gun,
“Just one more year, and I’ll be done!”
The coating will melt off the lie,
this vacuum will suck up the fun,
This hell I can’t afford to buy
Will devastate before I die.
My wired brain will only stun,
Just knowing how this fire pit won,
but I can’t wait until I fry,
Just one more year, and I’ll be done.
FixerFixer by jackgunski
My friend has multiple rows of teeth.
Like a shark.
He yells at lots of people,
and he is my friend.
Sometimes, he sits in his office,
and breaks pencils,
one at a time.
My friend is two people.
One is called Mr. Agreeable.
Mr. Agreeable tries to solve everything.
He tries to be your friend too.
Mr. Agreeable assures me
that there is a way to solve problems
without destroying anything.
The other person is called Mr. Fixer.
Mr. Fixer is concerned about
not being rolled over.
He will make sure nothing
bad happens to him.
He’s less concerned with other people.
Mr. Fixer is also my friend.
I talk to him sometimes.
His jaw and tongue move,
but his teeth do the talking.
They tell me terrifying things.
They tell me that the true professional
is the one that doesn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
I’m happy to have such a good friend.
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,
TessellateIt was a few hours after our parents were taken. I had carried Viv inside, sitting down in my father’s armchair as I held her close, staring blankly across the room, focused in on an old brick. I concentrated on Viv’s breath rather than old memories until the rhythm was broken by her prying herself from my arms, standing, and making her way to the bathroom. I sat there, arms empty, and my mind traveled, no matter how hard I tried for it not to. There was so many memories in this room I couldn’t count, but they all seemed to come back to me. My vision was replaced with my father’s, and my late mother’s, faces. I suddenly missed my mother more than I could imagine. My father was gone, never to be seen by anyone’s eyes again. I wanted to go and join them. I knew I always wanted to die somehow, just to see what it was like, but the want turned into a sudden need. I came back to reality when I heard a loud crash from the bathroom, startling me to stand.Tessellate by crashmypartyhard
Your AngelWhen the morning sun shines
After the dawn has vanished,
Nature and mood will combine.
The world shows itself in a new garment.
When it is foggy and rainy,
Good humor should not pass away.
The day is blessed anyhow.
This we have to understand at first.
When the night is very dark,
Uneasiness often fills your heart
When you miss the angel then,
Who takes away your grief, sorrow and pain.
When you long for him quietly,
And you know no other way out.
When you are nearly in dire straits,
A light promises relief.
When you cannot see the angel,
And you cannot feel his nearness,
Your hope should not falter.
He will stay loyal all your life.
Smiling HandsBefore myself lays this quiescent ocean.
Its vastness, further than my eyes do see.
Behold the serenity of these storm-less waves,
Tranquil in their infinite movements.
As I write this, I see a star-filled sky.
Alone on a bench; basking in the calming sea sounds.
This puzzle; it is missing just one piece.
Another sound; my heart still does quite cry.
This tranquil serenity; it does not matter!
Eyes in my chest; it sees a different cloud.
Snowing forever from these grays; will it ever stop?
It will; when we are greeted by gracious greens.
These gracious greens, grasping the puzzle piece.
Forget these serene scenes and this blasted bench!
This missing puzzle piece; this puzzle, will complete.
Yet I see it now, trodden in her smiling hands.
i'm surprised at how easily i can break you
and leave you in the wreckage of midnight
constellations and dead stars
and your shadow crosses mine
i admire your daring, although i told you
to leave me before you burn up
we've yet to lose sight, but the distance is
don't forget, i'm close behind
and i'll never let you go even if the
world detonates into a stew of
disembodied dreams and starlit memories
i'm still learning how to love
take care, i'll miss you