Have you ever hurt a stranger, Knowing all too well you were? Did it keep you up at night? Did you stumble, did you stir? Have you ever ripped away From a stranger's clutch their pride? Did it bother you to know You wouldn't see their crying eyes? Have you ever wanted something, And decided... Continue Reading →
The Earth, in a permanent cycle Of darkness and light, of rain, Of dryness and sunlight and wind, Of life, of joy and of pain, Is so inconceivably small And all so unworthy of seeing Any time that I look in her eyes, As she consumes my whole state of being. It is not that... Continue Reading →
A matchbox that rests on a desk Is missing its old better half: A canteen with a deep shade of red In a safe house reeking of gas. In the darkness so eerie and stark, All alone in a quaint isolation, The night called for fires to start. The rebels made haste to the station.... Continue Reading →
The words on the walls tell me: To go on. And the voices that cast From the top of the mast say to Row on I follow a compass that leads from my heart I see how the waves here may tear me apart And I know. I know. The sound of the waves Keeps... Continue Reading →
From an early age I have always loved strategy games; to face a challenge despite logistical complications. To try, and see what happens. There is something about seeing an opening, a moment of weakness, so temporary and seductive, and capturing it. It is so alluring, to find the best angle to attack, and the exact right... Continue Reading →
Please take a number. This will take some time. Remain and do not wander. Wait behind the yellow line. The process is important. Comply or face a fine. Be patient, stay, and hope and Wait behind the yellow line. Listen closely for the ding. Look for your number on the sign. Of course, more than anything:... Continue Reading →
When I lay in bed at night And at last can rest my eyes, I still can hear the humming, Of the TV Lounge’s lights. I still can feel the leather, And the pleasant scent of fries. And as I drift away, I still recall the Scarborough Nights. What a silly room it was, But... Continue Reading →
The problem with the best things we possess Is that they are so sure to rot and die. Although we may not want to say goodbye, It is a fact to which we acquiesce. The good times that we use to decompress Have limits with which we must just comply. They are so limited in... Continue Reading →
They come to us at dusk, Just as surely as the moon, Ready to dismantle us With sickly twists of truth. "What a weak, pathetic thing you are, A sad and meager joke. Do you know that they are laughing As you struggle and you choke? How long 'til they abandon you, and tire of... Continue Reading →
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