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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!
I was called into the next room. It wasn’t a room at all. I opened the door and I was on the side of a mountain. The trees were cleared enough so that you could see the town and miles ahead. Next to me was a small house and a patio. At the patio were three older gentlemen playing bridge.
“Great view, isn’t it?”
I suddenly snapped into focus and realized that something was wrong.
“This can’t be real, this is a hotel, you have rooms above and below you!”
The man jokingly padded his chest and the ground. “Feels real to me!”
“But it’s impossible! There’s sky above you!”
“I guess it doesn’t make sense, does it?”
The other two men grumbled in agreement.
The first old man spoke again, “Of course, doesn’t mean it isn’t here. Besides, why do you have to understand it? I’d bet you’d find it more enjoyable if you just relaxed a bit.”
“What did you need, sir?
I opened the next door fully expecting to see a weird room. There wasn’t a room, but a wall of red ooze. I jumped back trying to avoid getting covered in this substance, but it stayed in place.
“The Red Sea?” I mumbled aloud.
I stuck my finger out to touch the liquid, fully expecting to lose a finger. Instead, the wall shifted, as if it didn’t want to be touched. I poked further, but the liquid kept shifting around my hand, and then around my arm. Once I had my whole arm in, I tried to reach in more, but without anything to hold me back, I fell inside, without getting any of the red liquid on me.
Instead, a bubble formed around my body. I stood up, and walked into the room. It was difficult to see anything, but I could pick out the vague silhouettes of a bed and a chair. There was the bright spot of a desk lamp. As I stepped toward the bed, the person laying in it became visible. I reached out, and connected to the person’s bubble. I put my hand near the p
The Sand Castle Part 2
The man shuffled into town, and was eager not to be noticed. He continued to walk in a straight line, past each building, each wrecked by time and sand. Upon reaching the bar, he decided to answer, not only because the note said to walk ahead, but because it was the only building in town with any doors left.
The atmosphere inside was dead, only with people walking around. These people stretched from 20 to 80 years old, but none of them appeared to have lived at all. None of them had absorbed information. They were walking mannequins, sporting the latest drab-ware.
The man sat at the second available seat, because the first was taken by a puddle of an unknown liquid. He signaled the barkeep, a brunette woman with an eyepatch. She looked at his shirt, then his face.
“You been playing in the dirt, kid?”
The man said nothing.
“You’re not from around here, are you?”
“You gonna order something?”
The Cyclops didn’t wait for an ans
Path of lifeLife is a dangerous path
Full of twists and traps
A path we're forced to walk
Without turning back
We may regret the past
We may regret the mistakes
But we must learn from them
And keep moving on
We may predict the future
And even fear it
But we never know
What happens next
The only thing we have
Is the present, here and now
So let's live it
And forget about the rest
The mistakes of the past
The mysteries of the future
All part of life
This path we all walk
wordless they succumbAnd they fell -
just like that.
Just like the act of breathing;
soundless and inevitable.
Like an eager girl slipping
straps from her shoulders,
the soft crush of silk at her feet.
We Have No TimeAll we have
Is a sliver
Everything we will
Do in life
We all die before we know it
Its a fact of life
And I am already dying
A slow painful death
One year at a time
One month at a time
One week at a time
One day at a time
Then we flatline
On a metal sheet
Buried in the dirt
To think we were born yesterday
Only to die tomorrow
Winter's GirlI was winter's girl,
frozen under a thick layer of ice.
People tried to break it with their ice picks, but to no avail.
They eventually left me cold and in pieces in my frozen abyss.
You're thawing me out, slowly but surely.
"Summer girls aren't for me, "you say.
"Too full of sick strawberry sweetness."
That was just said to comfort me, but it oddly worked.
Maybe time with you will make me a summer girl,
no more need for thawing,skating with you above my ice.
WonderlandWhen I was little, I knew Wonderland.
Logic was faulty and rules were no more.
Up was down; down was up.
That was how it constantly was.
Fish swam in the air and drowned in water.
Worries were small and dreams were big.
One fell up until they reached the clouds,
Which were then used for soft beds and pillows.
Gender was an unnoticed trait.
Everyone was blind.
Everyone could see.
There were no expectations to uphold.
I was happy.
Then I woke up-or fell asleep-
Into a world with war and prejudice and plague.
I wondered then, and I do now…
Was Wonderland not the real world?
to the girl with the razors in her back pocket,stop. turn around. i understand you,
and i understand the sadness
entrenched in your bones. i understand
the late nights spent in anxious prayer
to the towels, to the creaky floorboard
just outside your parents' room, to the sink
that stains too easily. i understand
the catastrophic glances that people throw you
when you open your mouth and try
to belong. i understand the intense moments
spent in dressing rooms splicing together outfits
that will gracefully sweep past tally-marked wrists and ankles
and hopefully make sense in the dead of summer.
i understand the nights that you carve the emptiness
onto the razor and wonder if it wouldn't be better
to just die tonight instead. no one can be angry...
or disappointed...or judgmental...or sympathetic (because
sometimes forced empathy is the worst)...when you
no longer exist. it just stops. and anything
has to be better than this.
well, you're right about one thing. it does
get better. and not in that corny way
people tell you. you won't se
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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