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Man With A Gun
So he found my wallet,
and gave it back to me.
My money was gone,
so I yelled at him.
Then he gave me his own money,
to replace the missing money,
so I punched him.
He apologized and I kicked him.
I hurt my foot kicking him,
I couldn’t walk home anymore,
so he offered me a cab ride home.
I put him through a window.
He kept me company all the way back,
while I screamed at him non-stop
for the duration of the trip.
Then when we got to my apartment,
he opened the door for me
and I shot him.
You have to understand, officer,
it’s the WAY he did it.
Below the rusty chain link fence
kids found an empty parking lot.
the air around was warm and dense,
the ground below was scalding hot.
The parking lot stretched miles away,
you couldn’t see the other side,
just heat waves flowing like the tide,
so they decided they should play.
They ran between the faded lines,
played tag until their legs were sore.
They dangled from the parking signs,
Not knowing what they’re hanging for.
The clouds above grew dark and grey,
The kids decided they should stay,
but not without a little pain.
The kids were hit by bullet rain.
The faded pavement turned jet black
There was no cover in the park,
One couldn’t hide from the attack,
just watch the pavement turning dark.
The rain cleared up and on the ground
Reflecting pools infinity,
Along with crimson and its sound
they marveled at the trinity.
They left the lot with no more light
And jumped the fence with no resistance.
What an amazing little sight,
A thousand headlights in the distance.
And The Rain Spoke
I looked outside,
maybe I didn’t need to,
and I saw the rain,
dotting the ground
in a brilliant lattice.
And so I stopped the
humming fans in my room,
and I heard the faintest sound
of a billion drops,
begging to be heard.
They whispered to me,
Can you hear it?
There is no reason,
there is only sound.
Sound, and those
who notice it.
And if you’re careful,
you can feel the world
like it was tied to your feet.
So listen closely…
I looked into the sky,
and I saw through the blackness,
a moon trying to peek through the clouds
forming a blue halo
around a patch of grey.
I looked into the sky,
and there were the islands,
around the moon,
the halo shining off of them,
trying desperately to hit each patch,
giving each greyness it’s own light,
and these thousands of islands
shined down on me.
And then I saw the whale,
Its tail poking through the locked clouds.
It seemed to circle the halo,
forever looking away.
There was the whale,
and I could only watch.
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.
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?
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 1
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)
People lack the fortitude to try to form their own opinions without others backing them up. We listen to our “side” and pretend that what they say is the only answer. We are manipulated constantly.
For those who think that they aren’t manipulated, I have this to offer: In America, there are two distinct political parties, both with opposite views. Almost everyone in America has formed an independent idea about how the government should be used within the country, and yet everybody has come to only two opposing viewpoints. What is the likelihood that this has happened by coincidence? What is the likelihood that so many people have come to the exact same conclusions without any coaching whatsoever?
Through the manipulations from others, we have based our conclusions. Do you want to be stuck in a mental rut based upon what someone else told you, or are you willing to be a more intelligent individual and consider the possibility that you might be wrong? You might be wrong
Nightly DemonsWhen I was little,
I used to run up the stairs,
To evade the demons that lurked in the darkness.
Afraid that they’d devour my limbs,
But they’ve since migrated into my head,
Some nights, I still lay in bed fearing for my life.
I see myself smirking in the mirror,
Holding a knife to my throat.
Others times, I’ve been thrown into holes
By Shadowy figures
Only to find
That I’ve been digging my own grave.
The end (acrostic)Through this life we suffer
Heading towards the void
Enduring pain along the way
Ending life early is no solution but
Nothng can prevent death
Dealing with it is all we can do
Useless effortI try to change the world
But I can't even change
My own life
And so I'm sentenced
Poor Wooden Puppymy poor wooden puppy
has a leash
nailed into his throat
has no say
in what the other end
gets wrapped around
or tied to
and when we
walk and run
we roll, tangled
both as likely
to go backward
the where and when
bumps of where
we've already been
(or have we?)
his wooden nose
truth is, puppy
this world really is
its motors and belts
within everyday life
bodies and buildings
behind us, because
only what we want
and no one truly
(Un)RestrainedYou weep like a bird caught in a cage
but your wings are not bound
and no bars corral you, it is time
you leapt free-- grasp to life
like a starving creature clutches
the first buds of springtime.
The world is all a-blossom;
it is calling out for you to fly
and you must, you must unfold
in a burst of glorious plumage
there are no more moments left
for wreathing yourself in loneliness,
like dawn mist envelops and smothers
the early stillness of morning.
Your chrysalis is complete,
peacock child, and your heart
beats with the wind. Listen,
listen: spread wide your arms
and embrace the cosmos inside you;
you were never a lonesome eagle,
but a phoenix awaiting
huntthe rats are fat enough
to die happy
and this is where
I should be:
a dirty screen and light.
the weak, thin music
you hear in waiting rooms,
in bed, face up,
alone enough to find lust
this morning I bought
a loaf of bread-
and reflections of the lights
limped across the plastic.
I left, went home.
found twin peaks on tv
and watched strange people have
after an hour or so I
turned off the tv,
turned on the light
went upstairs, without
the sun was down
under a blanket
and I am the sun.
I lay face up
and plan out ways
to slay the night.
To a Curbside Womanstretching her legs over
the sidewalk beneath the
overpass, ankles crossed
feet wearing dirt like socks
but her dress feels like silk
and her hands hold each
other like puzzle pieces
This is enough for her
This is enough
for her. This is
enough for her
i want my casket open, pleasehe asks me why i haven't
picked out my casket
i ask him why he needs to
speed up the inevitable.
kristen, he says
sometimes you need to see
to get rid of the blues,
i shake my head but grab
a ticket anyway-
get in the line that stretches
all the way down
(never really have been good with peer pressure)
The man put salt and pepper in the same container,
and called it Salper.
And the world exploded.
Cows mixed with pigs and became Pows.
They have a beef flavored bacon that is delicious.
Black lights combined with regular lights,
and exploded, creating a shower of glass
and deadly fumes.
Jelly beans mixed with gumdrops,
and really didnt change at all.
Ketchup mixed with mustard
creating a toxic goo that was
banned by the FDA.
Fun note, the officer who investigated the
substance was nicknamed Agent Orange.
Dryer sheets combined with wet wipes,
allowing scientists to discover a new property of matter.
USBs mixed with mini USBs,
which pissed everyone off because now
they didnt know how to plug anything in.
Cars were crossbred with the motorcycle,
creating a hideous motorized tricycle,
but that had already been invented,
so the creation was scrapped.
The iPhone was crossed with a real phone,
which came out similar to the iPhone,
except people occasionally used the ph
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