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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
Let me give you a hypothetical situation.
You’re trapped in an elevator,
and you had to choose-
No, the fire button is broken.
The safety mechanisms are gone.
I don’t know why! Let’s try…
Ok, you’re trapped in a room.
The door is locked.
No, you can’t kick it out.
No cell reception.
You don’t have a cell phone.
N- Forget it.
You’re on a deserted island.
No, no cell reception.
You don’t have a cell phone.
You left it in the plane.
No! There are no survivors.
You can’t eat the dead people.
I dunno, they were poisoned.
The plane crashed in the water.
Know what? No.
Just tell me,
Did you want KFC or Taco Bell?
N- just pick one!
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.
All aloneBeing surrounded by people
Frightens me deeply
I'd rather be alone
And away from everyone
Alone but not lonely
Here I am
On my own
The way it's supposed to be
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
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
long time comingI quit smoking and then I quit you
and well I couldn't live without one of the two-
You know, all that bullshit about
'what's a girl to do?'
It feels good to feel bad.
to smear mud on my cheeks
and go down with the sun
on the west coast as it sinks-
to get down on the peninsula
with the black-eyed sihks,
to feel my money burn
up my nose as i peak-
to selfishly slink
into the sludge
and love every
Shatter ChildrenBipolar turns you into a maelstrom. It brings you to your knees and makes you ache. You are naked and raw, your skin a patchwork of fused nerve-endings touched again and again; hot flames and burnt knives licking and lacerating your soul. It smashes you against oystered rock; mad ocean waves in a dead sea. You are no longer in chaos. You are chaos. You become the fuel to set yourself on fire and you can’t stop burning. You can’t put yourself out. You have to burn the flesh and wick and wax until there’s nothing left but fumes and the fire burns out to ash and cinder and black coal, and a toxic wasteland where smoke fills your lungs in soft grey and deadly plumes becomes your body’s home. And then, you re-light. You, your chemistry, a mysterious god, or the world strikes a match.
Schizophrenia makes you shatterglass. You splinter into shards which split and fracture and melt through your hands to vanish into ether. You are thin air treading the spaces between dim
selkieover oceans i let the rain lap at my skin
erode me like granite
tear my voice apart with seafoam
so let me surface a selkie and shed my
hide and dance footprints into
the sand where lovers ebb and flow
and children dream and grow
and seagulls sing songs for the moon
where the whales call and the dolphins squeal
and the reefs bloom and the fish shimmer,
let me grow scales and let me grow feathers
let me grow flesh and let me grow teeth
to string on seaweed and make wishes on
Things I Learned From Movies
Things I learned from movies:
Inception: Your dreams should be for you alone.
The Sting: Everyone who isn’t specifically with you is specifically against you.
Dr. Strangelove: Go out in style.
Fight Club: Be yourself.
Dead Poets Society: “Carpe Diem” is Latin for “Fuck it up.”
The Sixth Sense: Be the first to open a dialogue to address problems in relationships.
Pulp Fiction: Clean and sterilize all family heirlooms.
Goodfellas: Choose freedom instead.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest: Choose jail instead.
Memento: Do whatever you want, really.
Se7en: Eat light.
Fargo: Proper maintenance is essential in all cutting appliances with moving parts.
The Shining: Booze is occasionally a good answer.
American Beauty: Be sure to litter. Freaks love that stuff.
There Will Be Blood: All existential crises can be solved with your own bowling alley.
A Clockwork Orange: The government exists solely to screw everything up.
Die Hard: The media exists solely to screw
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