In one tower sitting next to another
she was feeling as though
the sky was dark and gray
and it was sunny outside -
or so the men on the TV say
the light in the bathroom flickering on and off like a channel
water slid down a drain as in the mind's eye
a person falling,
falling off a ledge
The patter of rain -
Falling, brisk movement, street crawlers
walking, running, jumping like cockroaches
bathwater grinding down the drain
Have you ever felt like you just wanted to run away from something, run away as far as possible, but as far as you run you can't get away, it's like glued on, its stuck,
trying to explain
and the scary thing is that eventually once you stop running and try to remove it realize that something is you, and when you take it and look at the distasteful thing and cut it out,
you leave your heart behind
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
To you I cry, oh dark and dismal lord
On this, the eve of which I do depart
To cross through burning sand and frozen fjord
A journey dawned despondent from the start
But still I press and still I hope that soon
As stars above and stars below do shine
Your grace, my lord, bestowed and fears are strewn
Upon the earth while eager dreams align
If long await or fast distressed I lie
In dark and dread, forsworn, my faith deceived
To you, my lord, through frozen fjord I pry
Your grip from mind and dreams you left bereaved
To you I cry, though heart and soul begone
From chest and mind, my faith I find, withdrawn
We meet again
My old companion
On this familiar road that
We walked so many times before
Funny that I find comfort
In a touch that stains the soul
Like the blackest ink stains paper
But this stain is like a mask
That I have worn a thousand times
So once again I will don the familiar mask
And tread down this barren path knowing
That if I falter you will be at my side
Holding out a hand scorned by most
But so easily grasped by mine
For in a world untouched by the sun
The greatest guardian angel
Is your worst inner demon
And if I begin to tire you sing to me a lullaby
Set to the devils cord
A terrible black melody
Cold yet full of grace
Harsh and acidic
While soft and sweet
It’s words giving me comfort
Allowing me to sleep easy
For I know that when my eyes close
That you’ll stay by my side
And that upon awaking
You shall guide me
On this blind and painful road
And with that thought
A smile breaks across my face
For I know that a better friend
I could not ask for
1) Midgets are like real people but smaller.
2) We're all gonna die!!!!!201220122012
3) 11:11? 9:11? 12:34?
4) Something about Rothschilds and Rockafellers their bloodlines
5) Crystal skulls, opposite poles, and ancient hard-drives.
6) The Spirit Molecule and The Singularity
7) The Philadelphia Experiment, unified field theory and the moon for sale
Just do your own research and believe what you want to believe.
I believe we have no idea about anything and the only thing you can do is know about it.
yeah - obviously I disagree with you, John. Spam Warning!.....Amazing - even in a forum where posts don't count, there's spam. That proves that getting rid of the post-count won't help getting rid of spam! Thans for this excellent example! - Craven
With bread, butter, and a cup of coffee,
I crashed on the furniture of the study lobby
I’m a professional rule-breaker, rebelliously
scribbling notes on the pages of a dictionary,
and levitating quills as if I’m skilled with sorcery
so call me Harry; I leave the library without
actually leaving the building; can’t you see?
I’m building a world with my creations:
A build-up of beautiful imaginations,
but the craft of fiction is best when it’s a beast
so erase the makeup out of this place
I’m not the Joker; I’m just an artist with a
poker face; I break shades when I read
with haste. I’m like California’s forest fires,
I burn trees; ablaze! Paper tastes
so good when I let my senses escape
out of this junkyard of knowledge;
out of this cage where my colleagues procrastinate
The world stops for a second as a dark shadow is cast.
the journy of a man is over as he enters a new stage.
for his exit has come to pass.
and the play resumes.
I wasn't near that house last night,
I wasn't near that house.
Why'd I go near that Man again,
that thing of sin and sorrow -
all life ends when some begins,
I'll see His face tomorrow.
They'll all agree, they'll all agree,
the fix is in, the planted blouse.
Even dead He torments me,
My eyes are wide from crying -
whenever He came round before,
I saw My hope re-dying.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
your little bear walking around with poems in his pocket. it was when he was a young bear (just a little younger than today), showing everyone his dreams so that maybe they might see that he’s a dream— such a beautiful dream.
your little bear left the poems behind somewhere along the way. now he just carries dreams— too big for any pocket.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
blank black blinking indicator light won’t charge the battery won’t start the Bank-of-6-Page-Paper (diagrams included) due day after tomorrow
held power button 10 seconds with cold detached adapter and unblinking indicator light on uncharging battery cells and only received two-second power on jingle before gaping maw of dead screen all over again.
[string of unuttered expletives to be added at a later state of mind]
Japanese homework mostly done; Chapter 9 outlined and Chapter 10 read; Driver’s Ed can be done in the morning before the delayed winter dawn.
make appointment at Genius Bar for tomorrow morning hope it isn’t all gone for good put it in the freezer? whatever works
jump drive restart 6-Page-Paper on Second-Bank-of-Mom-Computer
wish I had a backup
excuses, excuses
Day 2
Prismacolor screen screams “please don’t touch me” after maybe 20 minutes of Hulu-induced Glee on brand spanking new keyboard
ctrl-alt-delete ctrl-alt-delete ctrl-alt-delete
Restart, Ctrl+P+R+Shift. 10 secinds power button hold restart restart restart logic board fried? not again
Portfolio to turn in tomorrow, almost done
Notes are stored on Third-Bank-of-Flash-Drive, least I don’t have to start over again
AAAAARGH
Day 3
Fixed for real?
It was their fault?
[more improper speech]
Day 6
Where did all my friends go?
…
They’re back?
…
They’re gone again?
...
Worksheet due tomorrow?
I did the graphs all wrong?
13 more chapters?
GAHHHHHHH
This Halloween Afternoon- a peaceful time,
a narrow crack on my heart-shaped hourglass,
a shore of shambles sharper than shipwrecks,
and what seashells could shape. Here, I'm stuck
between my past and the Milky Way
It didn't feel like Halloween here at all
Perhaps because I had been living in a ghost town in the South
for years, and seeing this kind of scene where my colleagues were
dressed up as Twilight vampires just made Halloween feel so lame;
just weak, (Hmm...what's a better adjective?) Ah! Just childish!
Where's the substance? The true essence of horror?
-The kind of things I crave for: blood, torture sex,
Death Note, and Freddy Krueger
Stephenie Meyer, what have you done?
You really REALLY ruined vampires. It's your fault
Hot Topic is no longer hardcore; they might as well
sell stuffed animals: subliminal Lost Symbols for the carnivorous
I saw my Christian friends dressed up
as angels, nuns, Aslan, Mother Theresa,
and what??? Pope Benedict the XVI?
And on the other side of the town
Fraternities and sororities were wearing um...
human skin
I really thought I was going to be thrilled today
You know? Do something extraordinary; not the
typical Saturday afternoon I always have: lunch with
my friends in the Chinese restaurant by Food Lion and a
trip to Wal Mart, (That's all we have in the countryside. Sigh,
but hey, to some people here, it's like Disneyland)
But thank God, at least, they had those super
discounts on Hersheys, Butterfingers, and even organic cacao powder!
Pumpkin? Ha! Yeah right! I'm about to finish my order of
pork fried rice, eggroll, and Mongolian beef!
What's the worst that could scare me?
Monosodium glutamate?
I laugh at the face of Halloween
while I smile at my stomach
Calamity grasps insanity's edge.
Insatiable thirsts I forge and dredge.
Reality waits for the day I am whole,
The day I unite body and soul,
For there is no time to spend as a wraith,
And there is no place for me to play god.
There is a time and a place for faith,
But that's when you'll find me covered in sod.
We see the world as value laden.
The direct mass of spectrometric analysis of this sample
failed to provide correct values.
71% of the respondents…
τ(u) = -Δ[Σ^2Δv + f(u)] t > 0 x ≠Ω
The solution with an appropriate
initial condition
generates sharp internal transition layers
in a narrow region of O(e)
near a hypersurface.
Participants viewed the events they listed as
relatively
likely.
Optimism scores were significantly different from
zero.
See my fall from Virtue Hear the serpent calling me Pull the apple from the pumpkin Feel the bruises ‘pon the leaves Know that I will be your Adam If you’ll be All Hallow’s Eve Will you promise me this garden Is a graveyard—not a prison Let the rapist known as Autumn Come unbidden to this Eden Where the halos are as nooses Every angel hangs a virgin Fruit unblossomed, growing rotten Swaying dead beneath the trees.
One in another in another in another,
a little cage closess and the chains stick together,
a little path beckons and a sister sees a brother
trapped inside a thing of steel, confined to himself forever,
got a link, got a link, got a link, got a link,
got a cage, got a cage, got a cage, got a cage -
got a link, got a link, got a link, got a link,
got a cage, got a cage, got a cage, got a cage -
and they gather round to save him, and they gather round to save him,
looking for a man heroic, looking for a man with vim
but they're trapped inside their problems, and they're trapped inside their age,
got a family, got a friend, got experience, got a cage
so the father's got a mother's got a wife's, got a daughter's
got a feeling for a reeling for a love to be another,
for a bailout for a wipeout for a quarrel with a lover,
got a lifetime of a right time of a heaven of a bother,
for a boredom for a boredom for a boredom with the other -
for a boredom for a boredom for a boredom with the other -
breaking out, staying in, holding fast, holding thin,
breaking down, holding in, staying fast, growing thin,
got a link, got a link, got a link, got a link,
got a cage, got a cage, got a cage, got a cage,
got a link, got a link, got a link, got a link,
got a cage, got a cage, got a cage, got a cage
got a key, got a lock, got "made for each other" shock,
got a ceiling, got a floor, got depression at the door
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
She spoke to me with her calico voice
Taking slow drags off of cowboy killers
Asking if I ever cared for the choice
Between menthol free and smooth unfiltered
Or whether I was at Sturgis the year
Bill Walsh picked a fight with a Hell's Angel
And limped away bleeding with half an ear
In the gutter all jagged and mangled.
I turned her down saying I hadn't smoked
Since April when I saw Bill drinking hard
With some fresh recruits trying not to choke
On fire-lit jagerbombs, letting his lard
Absorb what his liver couldn't handle...
A man should know when he's burnt his candles.
In one tower sitting next to another
she was feeling as though
the sky was dark and gray
and it was sunny outside -
or so the men on the TV say
the light in the bathroom flickering on and off like a channel
water slid down a drain as in the mind's eye
a person falling,
falling off a ledge
The patter of rain -
Falling, brisk movement, street crawlers
walking, running, jumping like cockroaches
bathwater grinding down the drain
Have you ever felt like you just wanted to run away from something, run away as far as possible, but as far as you run you can't get away, it's like glued on, its stuck,
trying to explain
and the scary thing is that eventually once you stop running and try to remove it realize that something is you, and when you take it and look at the distasteful thing and cut it out,
you leave your heart behind
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Well; you See. I Will Explain,
We begin; Die in Vain?
Swords and Sheilds; Bloody life,
Poison Daggers; Hidden knife.
If we Question; We keep on.
If we Answer; We drop off.
Our life; we love.
Our Life; Sold!
As we move; Avoid it all.
As we Die; None at all.
Millionaires, I hear it's good Music (Disclaimer: lyrics not PG-13) Thanks, CC
To you I cry, oh dark and dismal lord
On this, the eve of which I do depart
To cross through burning sand and frozen fjord
A journey dawned despondent from the start
But still I press and still I hope that soon
As stars above and stars below do shine
Your grace, my lord, bestowed and fears are strewn
Upon the earth while eager dreams align
If long await or fast distressed I lie
In dark and dread, forsworn, my faith deceived
To you, my lord, through frozen fjord I pry
Your grip from mind and dreams you left bereaved
To you I cry, though heart and soul begone
From chest and mind, my faith I find, withdrawn
We meet again
My old companion
On this familiar road that
We walked so many times before
Funny that I find comfort
In a touch that stains the soul
Like the blackest ink stains paper
But this stain is like a mask
That I have worn a thousand times
So once again I will don the familiar mask
And tread down this barren path knowing
That if I falter you will be at my side
Holding out a hand scorned by most
But so easily grasped by mine
For in a world untouched by the sun
The greatest guardian angel
Is your worst inner demon
And if I begin to tire you sing to me a lullaby
Set to the devils cord
A terrible black melody
Cold yet full of grace
Harsh and acidic
While soft and sweet
It’s words giving me comfort
Allowing me to sleep easy
For I know that when my eyes close
That you’ll stay by my side
And that upon awaking
You shall guide me
On this blind and painful road
And with that thought
A smile breaks across my face
For I know that a better friend
I could not ask for
1) Midgets are like real people but smaller.
2) We're all gonna die!!!!!201220122012
3) 11:11? 9:11? 12:34?
4) Something about Rothschilds and Rockafellers their bloodlines
5) Crystal skulls, opposite poles, and ancient hard-drives.
6) The Spirit Molecule and The Singularity
7) The Philadelphia Experiment, unified field theory and the moon for sale
Just do your own research and believe what you want to believe.
I believe we have no idea about anything and the only thing you can do is know about it.
With bread, butter, and a cup of coffee,
I crashed on the furniture of the study lobby
I’m a professional rule-breaker, rebelliously
scribbling notes on the pages of a dictionary,
and levitating quills as if I’m skilled with sorcery
so call me Harry; I leave the library without
actually leaving the building; can’t you see?
I’m building a world with my creations:
A build-up of beautiful imaginations,
but the craft of fiction is best when it’s a beast
so erase the makeup out of this place
I’m not the Joker; I’m just an artist with a
poker face; I break shades when I read
with haste. I’m like California’s forest fires,
I burn trees; ablaze! Paper tastes
so good when I let my senses escape
out of this junkyard of knowledge;
out of this cage where my colleagues procrastinate
the journy of a man is over as he enters a new stage.
for his exit has come to pass.
and the play resumes.
also check me out on fb
Round 69 is now open (JohnJones's entry being the first) and will end on Sunday, October 17
from darkness the light
my life is neither
I wander endlessly
inside my own soul
who will come and save what's left
no end is near
my life comes no closer
I question everyday
why I exist is not clear
there is no way to find a way
darkness devours
light gives me anew
family and friends
fail to comprehend
they just want me to pretend
I am myself
not of others
unique to my soul
no one understands
I want to show what's true
if only to find a way
somewhere to escape
the dread never ends
except when I'm dead
never-ending fear of piers
only wish to find
why am I here
no path is near
except in my eyes
blocked by doubt and hatred
the end is near
I must break free
chains scaring me
rendered unwhole
forced to bear unimaginable weight
where is my savior
i'm left to my own
never helped
oppressed by all
breaking free is my only purpose
I wasn't near that house last night,
I wasn't near that house.
Why'd I go near that Man again,
that thing of sin and sorrow -
all life ends when some begins,
I'll see His face tomorrow.
They'll all agree, they'll all agree,
the fix is in, the planted blouse.
Even dead He torments me,
My eyes are wide from crying -
whenever He came round before,
I saw My hope re-dying.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
your little bear
walking around with poems in his pocket.
it was when he was a young bear (just
a little younger than today),
showing everyone his dreams so that maybe
they might see that he’s a dream—
such a beautiful dream.
your little bear
left the poems behind somewhere along the way.
now he just carries dreams— too big for any pocket.
[Clan Flamingo]
Round 70 is now open and will end on Sunday, October 25
What a waste
of
fine fresh blood
don't let your
night
come in before
we do
the streams
the streams of black
and red
flow down
the wounds
held up
to light
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
blank black blinking indicator light won’t charge the battery won’t start the Bank-of-6-Page-Paper (diagrams included) due day after tomorrow
held power button 10 seconds with cold detached adapter and unblinking indicator light on uncharging battery cells and only received two-second power on jingle before gaping maw of dead screen all over again.
[string of unuttered expletives to be added at a later state of mind]
Japanese homework mostly done; Chapter 9 outlined and Chapter 10 read; Driver’s Ed can be done in the morning before the delayed winter dawn.
make appointment at Genius Bar for tomorrow morning hope it isn’t all gone for good put it in the freezer? whatever works
jump drive restart 6-Page-Paper on Second-Bank-of-Mom-Computer
wish I had a backup
excuses, excuses
Prismacolor screen screams “please don’t touch me” after maybe 20 minutes of Hulu-induced Glee on brand spanking new keyboard
ctrl-alt-delete ctrl-alt-delete ctrl-alt-delete
Restart, Ctrl+P+R+Shift. 10 secinds power button hold restart restart restart logic board fried? not again
Portfolio to turn in tomorrow, almost done
Notes are stored on Third-Bank-of-Flash-Drive, least I don’t have to start over again
AAAAARGH
It was their fault?
[more improper speech]
…
They’re back?
…
They’re gone again?
...
Worksheet due tomorrow?
I did the graphs all wrong?
13 more chapters?
GAHHHHHHH
I have 15 cookies in my cookie jar.
On the way home panting,
Just to see my breath rising
Into the air smoking, perfect, cold.
The streetlights shimmering,
Tiny snowflakes smattering
And alighting on this empty, common ground.
The sound of stillness whistling
Through the atmosphere and stopping
Me. And if I may be so bold--
There may be no one waiting
And even less someone beside me walking
Yet homeward ever still I will be bound.
This Halloween Afternoon- a peaceful time,
a narrow crack on my heart-shaped hourglass,
a shore of shambles sharper than shipwrecks,
and what seashells could shape. Here, I'm stuck
between my past and the Milky Way
It didn't feel like Halloween here at all
Perhaps because I had been living in a ghost town in the South
for years, and seeing this kind of scene where my colleagues were
dressed up as Twilight vampires just made Halloween feel so lame;
just weak, (Hmm...what's a better adjective?) Ah! Just childish!
Where's the substance? The true essence of horror?
-The kind of things I crave for: blood, torture sex,
Death Note, and Freddy Krueger
Stephenie Meyer, what have you done?
You really REALLY ruined vampires. It's your fault
Hot Topic is no longer hardcore; they might as well
sell stuffed animals: subliminal Lost Symbols for the carnivorous
I saw my Christian friends dressed up
as angels, nuns, Aslan, Mother Theresa,
and what??? Pope Benedict the XVI?
And on the other side of the town
Fraternities and sororities were wearing um...
human skin
I really thought I was going to be thrilled today
You know? Do something extraordinary; not the
typical Saturday afternoon I always have: lunch with
my friends in the Chinese restaurant by Food Lion and a
trip to Wal Mart, (That's all we have in the countryside. Sigh,
but hey, to some people here, it's like Disneyland)
But thank God, at least, they had those super
discounts on Hersheys, Butterfingers, and even organic cacao powder!
Pumpkin? Ha! Yeah right! I'm about to finish my order of
pork fried rice, eggroll, and Mongolian beef!
What's the worst that could scare me?
Monosodium glutamate?
I laugh at the face of Halloween
while I smile at my stomach
Thunderclouds
Never is there a blue sky,
Often speckled with clouds,
These perfect days are mere fantasy.
A dark horizon lingers on the front.
Slowly at first, timidly, it approaches.
Then, the calm.
Now, bellowing with rage,
Angry to have been forgotten,
The thunderclouds roll in.
With each passing moment,
The sky becomes more violent.
Darker.
They crash and bellow overhead,
Blocking out the light, like a dismal veil.
The thunderclouds,
Seemingly endless,
Tear at my soul.
And in their melancholy,
Turn the world to gray.
When neither modern science nor philosophy can explain what life is."
Does the Reaper dream of darkness Darker than BLACK?
Calamity grasps insanity's edge.
Insatiable thirsts I forge and dredge.
Reality waits for the day I am whole,
The day I unite body and soul,
For there is no time to spend as a wraith,
And there is no place for me to play god.
There is a time and a place for faith,
But that's when you'll find me covered in sod.
`andy
We see the world as value laden.
The direct mass of spectrometric analysis of this sample
failed to provide correct values.
71% of the respondents…
τ(u) = -Δ[Σ^2Δv + f(u)] t > 0 x ≠Ω
The solution with an appropriate
initial condition
generates sharp internal transition layers
in a narrow region of O(e)
near a hypersurface.
Participants viewed the events they listed as
relatively
likely.
Optimism scores were significantly different from
zero.
Round 71 is open (icky's entry being the first) and ends on November 8
See my fall from Virtue
Hear the serpent calling me
Pull the apple from the pumpkin
Feel the bruises ‘pon the leaves
Know that I will be your Adam
If you’ll be All Hallow’s Eve
Will you promise me this garden
Is a graveyard—not a prison
Let the rapist known as Autumn
Come unbidden to this Eden
Where the halos are as nooses
Every angel hangs a virgin
Fruit unblossomed, growing rotten
Swaying dead beneath the trees.
One in another in another in another,
a little cage closess and the chains stick together,
a little path beckons and a sister sees a brother
trapped inside a thing of steel, confined to himself forever,
got a link, got a link, got a link, got a link,
got a cage, got a cage, got a cage, got a cage -
got a link, got a link, got a link, got a link,
got a cage, got a cage, got a cage, got a cage -
and they gather round to save him, and they gather round to save him,
looking for a man heroic, looking for a man with vim
but they're trapped inside their problems, and they're trapped inside their age,
got a family, got a friend, got experience, got a cage
so the father's got a mother's got a wife's, got a daughter's
got a feeling for a reeling for a love to be another,
for a bailout for a wipeout for a quarrel with a lover,
got a lifetime of a right time of a heaven of a bother,
for a boredom for a boredom for a boredom with the other -
for a boredom for a boredom for a boredom with the other -
breaking out, staying in, holding fast, holding thin,
breaking down, holding in, staying fast, growing thin,
got a link, got a link, got a link, got a link,
got a cage, got a cage, got a cage, got a cage,
got a link, got a link, got a link, got a link,
got a cage, got a cage, got a cage, got a cage
got a key, got a lock, got "made for each other" shock,
got a ceiling, got a floor, got depression at the door
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Taking slow drags off of cowboy killers
Asking if I ever cared for the choice
Between menthol free and smooth unfiltered
Or whether I was at Sturgis the year
Bill Walsh picked a fight with a Hell's Angel
And limped away bleeding with half an ear
In the gutter all jagged and mangled.
I turned her down saying I hadn't smoked
Since April when I saw Bill drinking hard
With some fresh recruits trying not to choke
On fire-lit jagerbombs, letting his lard
Absorb what his liver couldn't handle...
A man should know when he's burnt his candles.