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From out of the heavens, they sing all the truths,
about the generosity and fear of others.
About the depths of pity,
atop the mountains of ambition.
About the roads that cross between
but never through heaven and hell.
They cried in joy! They sung of
those who woke up and saw they were alive.
They wept about the isolation,
the isolation we give ourselves, and others.
They sing! And amongst the unimpeachable noise,
only the quietest voice is heard.
It says, “Be calm, and know you are loved.
Those who can not see you know you are there.”
Howard walked onto the stage in front of all of his peers, and spoke into the microphone.
“Our world is facing a crisis. We’ve all heard the articles about nuclear missiles, greenhouse gasses, disease, poverty, etcetera. We’ve heard about these problems, but there’s one we haven’t considered.”
Howard paused for dramatic effect. “Intangibility. These are problems that don’t have any form in the physical world. Why solve these problems? Because, how can we expect to solve real problems if we can’t solve ones that don’t exist. A lot of people approach me and ask, “Why study fake things?” First of all, I don’t like to call these things “fake.” I prefer to call them “non-real.””
The audience let out a small chuckle. “My second point was, “Why does a unicorn only have one horn, anyways?” The answer of course, is that they don’t.”
At that remark, Howard let
They stole my loneliness,
my precious, precious loneliness.
They watched and listened to my words.
recorded them, made transcripts,
and sent them over the wires.
Everybody read them intently,
because now that I might
have said something incriminating.
And then I realized I had the spotlight,
So I opened my mouth to speak,
and they went back to ignoring me.
Nobody was interested in my motives,
only the incidents that surrounded me.
Haiku Set 2
You are ugly. Your
children are really ugly.
Do I have the job?
My YouTube comments
somehow got dumber. I need
an oxygen tank.
Something smells in this
house. Did you remember to
feed the fucking cat?
The chest is solid
mahogany, oh, and the
feet are leopards’ feet.
Look at me, with the
lampshade on my head! I’m drunk!
I’ve NO dignity.
I hate to work. I’d
rather play video games!
Do I have the job?
Smells like chicken soup.
My nose must have chicken soup
in it. I’m not smart.
are nice, but it hurts when I
try to put them out.
I ate too many
Cheetos, now my asshole has
turned a bright orange.
I have too many
clothes on my floor, guess I’ll just
burn them or something.
Sorry, there’s a smudge
on my tie. How’d that get there?
Do I have the job?
Dali, did you melt
ALL the fucking clocks? What’s with
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,
They 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.
In a world with no mercy
Day after day
Until the end
The day I die
And then maybe
I'll find some peace
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes away
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
I am me. Who are you?I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
storiesi begin and end with stories
where hummingbird hearts play sonatas
against my ribs and i drown in
early morning light and
the girl in me sinks into the sea
like rusting anchors chained to
ships and i sway port and starboard
the lion in me rises like lazarus
from the savannah where dust swirls
and i begin and end with stories
where i swallow the world and all
the rain and girls and lions in it
where i hold it up like atlas,
where i support jupiter with just
an index finger and where i chase
comets and cup them like fireflies
to hang on my bedroom walls
Blooming Through CrevicesBlooming Through Crevices
People are characters;
their personalities are not to be cracked,
but to bloom.
Codes and signals
Setting our sights
On how to see
Through the cipher.
Optics opting for options
As opposed to conscious.
Ardor replaced by harder
To break through exteriors.
But mortality is only one facet
Of the entirety of humanity.
It is a compass of one being,
But merely a piece of the puzzle
That makes up human composition.
let us not break through empathy
with deductive methodology
but rather with the rhythm
of a honeybee whistling along the hymn
of the wind whispering in the leaves.
humanistic, holistic ideologies
is what the standard can be.
it is the notion of being a metaphor
rather than being something to decipher.
because there are more stars and galaxies
in poetry than there will ever be algebraic
expression curls up with ambiance
under the window pain of a picture frame
because we write more about
on remembering to breathe:i.
you can't hold it in for forever.
your lungs weren't
made to bear the weight
of this world, they weren't made
to left unexpanded
and unexplained -
it is not phenomenon that wakes you
when paralysis hits in the
night, it is physiology telling you that
not everything happens on automatic, okay?
(at least not for always)
you're born like a time bomb, with
only so many beats of
your heart in place to tick away day by day -
your words, they're the same.
there's a time limit
on your tongue, so say something that
means something - use words
that dig in and rip out hearts, use words that
curl around your fingers and worm their
way into your soul.
use words to make something
beautiful. something remembered.
never leave three things
left unsaid because they can be three
words that mean everything -
i'm not telling you to save your breath.
i'm begging you not to waste it.
sing. sing enough to take your breath
away because even though
it leaves you gasping, it fills up that
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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