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11. MemoryThis is a tribute to the fickleness of memory.
This sentence is for all the times you had a great idea, then forgot it as soon as you had the time to write it down.
This sentence is for the dream so profound you woke up screaming, but forgot in another five seconds.
This sentence is for the nostalgia that glosses over all the unpleasant parts of the past.
This sentence is for the song that never goes away.
This sentence is for the fright you get as memories slowly fade away to nothingness, visited only in your dreams (refer back to sentence 2).
This sentence is for the warmth of that time you were all snuggled up in just the right chair reading a book or watching a movie while eating comfort food.
This sentence is for that embarrassing thing you did once which you tried to forget but now you remember again (hint, school, youth, family, other people laughing, awkward silence, disappointment, and probably alcohol).
This sentence is for the memory of a sad time which has lost its bite ove
Mirror MirrorMisty mirror and the image within,
Showing what is and what has been.
It has the would've, the could've,
And the should've, under the skin.
In swirling mists hide the sight,
Of an eye, aglow under the light.
Black with madness, with gladness,
And sadness within the white.
Under the cloudy surface lies,
Knowledge secret only to the wise.
Sacred to men living, men dying,
but not to those without such ties.
Within and behind the surface be
The same as those in front of me.
Be it terrible, great, or mundane:
In your mirror there is only thee.
Nothing less, and nothing more.
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers
MarleeThere are tales passed around
On cold windy nights,
In a sideways highway bar named,
The Devil's Own Heights.
It was a lonesome little joint,
Hardly five regulars a day.
But always in its corner sat,
An old woman on the gray.
E'ry day she orders the same,
"A gimlet and lemon side."
Then to her table she would stay,
To drink, drink, and abide.
If a kind soul took to askin'
"For what do you wait so long?"
The only thing she would ever say,
Was "Some rain and a song."
Well rain it did on that land,
Perhaps once a lifetime!
For that little stretch of road,
Was too high for clouds to climb.
But still that little old woman,
Sat in that corner there.
Until finally, one windy night,
Rain fell through the air.
Some rain and a song indeed! By Jove,
The water came down like a flood.
And through the night air wafted in,
A song that be chillin' the blood.
That little old woman stood up then,
And strode to the bar smilin'
Said, "Today I'll have a gimlet for two."
And a voice outside be howlin':
Unhappily in LoveI watched my love march off to war,
The image of him I did adore,
But the war in years took it's toll,
And took from my love his soul.
When love is lost and love is young
The loss is as a song unsung.
The notes in the heart will ever sound,
But never again in the world be found.
I loved my beloved from afar,
To me she was my only star.
But though I watched her she shunned me,
And now alone by myself I must be.
Slanted and slighted love brings pain,
Far more than the love unattain'.
For rejection and denial hurt not
As much as when love is left to rot.
I had thought that I was in love,
Until my love sold me like a glove.
Gave her false love to another man,
Left me to live on as best as I can.
If treason is the lowest low in Hell,
Then traitors in love are there as well.
For all those who've felt that knife,
Rest easy in what comes after life.
Me and my lovers did join in bloom,
She, a young bride and me, a young groom.
But the fires of our youth grew cold,
And our binding marriage could
FallenAngels have boring personalities. Full angels following the will of heaven are perfect in every respect and thus are the same in speech and action. They even look the same, faintly masculine and feminine. The perfect androgynous features seem to blend together.
Now, fallen angels are some what different. They have that same look and bearing, but they are misguided in their reasoning and do not follow the will of heaven. They have the same boring personality, but the things they do are interesting to see...from far, far away.
This one I knew was a mother to orphans. I talked to the kids "she" had adopted. Apparently "she" always said that "she came from overseas" as a rich widow with a fondness for children.
This worked out for a while. In fact, the only reason I was found out about it in the first place was because one of the 10 year old kids happened to do a photoshoot. Here is a picture from 1981, in this wedding, hired as a flower boy, because of his blonde hai
Eyes of the BeholderDrask looked out from his bedroom window, through the triple barrier forcefield, and out into the Venusian landscape.
Even though the outer most barrier was tinted blue to be easier on the eyes, the dull red glow of molten metal permeated the human colony and lit the small squat structures at all hours. Time moved faster here, each day was roughly half as long as a normal earth day.
Most people came out at first mid-night to move around, and went to sleep at second sun. The heat on the surface was uncomfortable, even though the force fields were designed to block out Venus's 735 Kelvin temperature. The air, which always bore an acrid edge as well as being stale, carried the humming of the 15 generators making the forcefields.
Drask took all this in. He knew every little part of every piece of equipment here on Venus. It was he, in his 30's on earth, who first pioneered the idea of colonizing Venus. It was he, at 48, who submitted the complete plans of a colony to the Government.
Fate in Death and PlagueA fable from my history teacher, passed onto him from another teacher with the same intent of teaching a valuable lesson.
Two farmers (let us call them Jim and Tim) work in a field. It was the year 1347. The Black Death had not quite reached the outlying villages of this particular area yet. Nor did Tim and Jim care; all they were worried about was harvesting crops before the first frost set in. That, is until Jim noticed Tim straightening up and stop working.
Following Tim's gaze, Jim sees Death on the slope of a hill. Wavy and transparent, it looked like some demented shadow with a face cast in deeper shadow.
And it was staring, unmistakably, at Tim.
Tim started to shiver, started to get pale, then screamed at the top of his lungs and collapsed on the ground. He didn't get up until Death had faded away.
Turning toward Jim, Tim said, "I'm getting out of here right now. I'm going to my sister's house in the city, she can hide me among the thousands that live there until
Not in FlagstaffFind a bridge
Palm tree growing in your left palm
You may enter
I hated myself until I met my ego
Id- Consult Freud
It must be April
Miss America kissing all of the bald
headed cancer victims
Everyone dies with honor
Something so natural and it made you ill:
Sea sick, blind salt, Japanese lanterns
Toe by toe, we crawl
I'm being followed by an old man with
a bird cage
You've never heard of a haunted protractor
Create an almost perfect wraith
I found a diamond ring hiding
in the GUTTER
You're wondering if I left it there
Ask the oven mitt what he knows about sleepy towns.
Eternity ComesEternity comes
Like a raindrop
Of the ethereal
Condensed in a droplet
For a moment
In an instant
In the ever-widening rings
Of its ripples
I Woke UpThe first time I kissed you,
It felt like a dream.
You were spontaneous,
Like art can only
Try to capture.
I was surprised,
And I think you were too
Because I could taste
Your initial nervousness.
I let go my hesitation
When I realized that I had
Never felt that connection-
A moment before in my life.
Only, I fear it was
The last time I'll kiss you,
Because that was when
I woke up.
Cellar DoorIt takes a long time for a bottle that size to get cold.
I don't get to make the rules anymore.
The Son of Sam found Jesus.
I'm still looking for my keys.
You locked all the rooms before
you left and taped a note to the cellar door.
"Was this stillness always meant to be,
Like the clouds up above us, or,
the bark upon the tree?"
Somehow you made this meaningless beauty
An enigmatic puzzle I had to solve.
I stopped looking for all the answers
When I snuck in through the kitchen window.
I'm just going to drink it warm.
Cerberusthe Gods abandoned you
the day you tore into poetic flesh.
slithering serpent, cold blooded-
blue blood society reject.
you left awkward love bites
along the edges of these ribs.
marked for today,
yesterday is mocking you-
6 trillion miles away.
i spend my forevers counting
your heartbeats with each
intake of breath as
somewhere, far off
Hades has you by the collar,
a hungry dog
standing alone in a bone-yard.
strange, how even still
with all your self built
p h i l o s o p h i e s
you became one with the earth,
devouring it whole with chunks
still stuck in your teeth.
Well Beyond the NooseMud smeared prisms, cracked
along the edges of faith and insanity.
We used to have picnics under that tree.
I caught a fly between my
finger and my thumb.
He begged me to let him go.
Drunkenly I obliged but only to watch
him drown in the contents of my glass
fifteen minutes later.
No man can be an island because they gave that job to a turtle.
I'm floating down a river and I see my father,
trapped between the amber sky and the violet shore.
He looks like that fly so I close my eyes.
There are only two of them which is why I find it hard
to see more than one thing at a time.
We eat dirt cake and sand pie when you're not around.
That tall, sturdy tree didn't give you any shade
as you fixed the rope to its bravest branch.
Slip it around your sweaty head like you slipped
That necklace around Mom's neck,
Like God slipped those cosmic rings around Saturn.
Don't tell me that He doesn't have favorites.
Middle children don't keep their youth
when they start talking walks in the
(Without considering depth, we are what we seem)
Mirrors are reflections
Backed in darkness
(Compassion is just another word for weakness)
Focus on the shallow
We fear the concept of drowning in self
(New ideals becoming a different breed of stupid)
Me, myself and I
Re-populating the world three at a time
(Originality decomposes under the complacent)
Accept the lie
Too smart to seek our truths
Second-Long ThoughtI watched scarlet honey-drop fronds unfurl slowly,
its particles of time visible through lace sheaths.
I wanted to love you immensely; to trap you in my
sticky-sweet fingertips and suck the life right out
of you, sip-by-sip.
(There wasn't much there.)
Instead, you sped up my pulse, with your
amphetamine rush of concocted chemicals;
stopped me mid-stride and stole my heart.
(But grew thoughts like wildflower.)
Lacking all physicality of passion-painted particulars,
and chewing apart my newly manifested mind;
-listening to the discord of a minor strum-
(It's what I'm left with.)
Now, I'm tone deaf and praying to faulty gods for
swift, unruly departure from this unnatural,
superficial world, wrought full with censorship
and no purpose of bei
PachelbelFolding and unfolding a lesson on sentence structures
I break the college ruled rules
And reinvent the paper airplane.
Yeah I'm Gaining altitude
but you've still got the higher ground and that
Shit don't fly.
And these words are washing down
the bindings of a story book
along with a symphony of whispers
about all the ways I love you
all the ways I hate you
and all the goddamn paper I'm wasting on them.
I learned A long time ago to leave fairy tales to children
That glass slippers shatter against the reality of hitting rock bottom
That there never was a never never land
Or a happily ever after
I also learned that the dresses never fit as perfectly
and he refused to show up on a horse.
The trees here are fuller and my eyes are brighter
and maybe not buying that castle on the hill
was the best decision I made in a long while.
I am my own fortress
Breathing fire for a Wick-like tongue
My mouth is a cannon
And I keep the words
Fuck you and goodbye within talking distance
A Minute Before MidnightOutside in the dark night flying,
Tattered wings on ǽther gliding,
O'er a bleak land and ocean sighing,
A wretched shape draws ever near.
In between the pools of light darting,
Past dead leaves and grass advancing,
At my windowsill now scratching,
Looking through the glass too clear.
Peals of twelve in the air, hanging,
Each heavy as stones, dropping,
Father Time himself is slowing,
Drawing out like the edge of a knife.
Through time's bog I wander.
To a time forever before forever,
When I did not know such terror,
That creature scratching at my life.
Once, I think I do remember,
'Neath the sky of red September,
Embers of ambition I did tender,
Long before the setting of the sun.
Skies that now are dark were beaming,
Gold and azure, splendid seeming,
Life in all the world was teaming,
But by despair it was all undone.
A minute before the hour of witching,
Brings the dread of only half knowing,
Breath is hitching, dimly rushing,
Toward the time of my death.
And the sailor here is re
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