Get out!
i hang
i stick
unnoticed,
until you need me
i mark the path you must take
freedom from Death
in such a catastrophe
my path is a flood
bodies pour out
screaming tugging,
crying
me, the rescuer
left behind
to burn
Monday, March 16, 2009
55 word story
Oh life, it’s sweet and powerful, angry and bitter.
What is life? Is it the ultimate search for happiness, power and love? Or is it just a mere wait, day after day, lack of contentment and meaning.
Is there an answer to these questions? Or is life just a big contradiction; significance and rationality unfound.
Title:
No sense of resolve, the feeling is mutual
What is life? Is it the ultimate search for happiness, power and love? Or is it just a mere wait, day after day, lack of contentment and meaning.
Is there an answer to these questions? Or is life just a big contradiction; significance and rationality unfound.
Title:
No sense of resolve, the feeling is mutual
What am I?
you think you’re sly, you think you’re
cool, you think you can
hide, out of
sight from mr. or mrs. But you
Can’t
You’re sly,i think
Not, you’re hiding, not from
Me! i can’t
Smell
Taste or
Feel
The only sense I have is to
See! i
See you!
cool, you think you can
hide, out of
sight from mr. or mrs. But you
Can’t
You’re sly,i think
Not, you’re hiding, not from
Me! i can’t
Smell
Taste or
Feel
The only sense I have is to
See! i
See you!
Monday, March 9, 2009
The day my world changed
Version Three
Ping Pong
it sat in my basement
untouched
my fate overlooked
brought to me
waiting no longer
previously overlooked, but then so
clear
my fate
pierced the walls of my ignorant denial
the foreign instrument,
rubber and wood
finished moves,
subconsciously calibrated
perfect
my old self,
bored and
lacking
wanting something unknown
my old self,
gone
the new one,
obsessed
never enough
always craving, the
control, the
pick pock, pick pock
a quickened heartbeat,
too complex and fast,
for the novice
freedom
only the rhythmic moves
and endless passion
freedom from boredom forevermore
my experienced rival
lost
fate
found
Ping Pong
it sat in my basement
untouched
my fate overlooked
brought to me
waiting no longer
previously overlooked, but then so
clear
my fate
pierced the walls of my ignorant denial
the foreign instrument,
rubber and wood
finished moves,
subconsciously calibrated
perfect
my old self,
bored and
lacking
wanting something unknown
my old self,
gone
the new one,
obsessed
never enough
always craving, the
control, the
pick pock, pick pock
a quickened heartbeat,
too complex and fast,
for the novice
freedom
only the rhythmic moves
and endless passion
freedom from boredom forevermore
my experienced rival
lost
fate
found
What she should have said
A friend, fool, and fraud
A story of two perspectives
The fool:
he was so handsome, so kind
he took my hand,
i had no intention of letting go
The friend:
she was so sweet, but so naïve
he took her hand
did she know?
he was a charmer
sucking her in
only to let go
The Fool:
he really cared
he listened and cooperated
he held me so sweet
so adoring
The friend:
he won her over
he won his prize
did he know?
she was a gate to redemption
freedom from abuse and nastiness
a chance for happiness and cleansing
The Fool:
he made me feel so secure
so complete and perfect
i knew he wouldn’t let go
i was ready
ready to give up looking
because it was right there
between us
we were in love
intimate love
The Friend:
he really blinded her
she followed that scum so loyally
she got her warnings
from her true loves
but the scum defeated us
charm and deceit his weapon
The fool:
my so called friends
were filled with jealousy and lies
they told me awful things
were they trying to pull my love away?
The Friend:
i love her so much
i tried and tried to save her
but she was so badly influenced
she was taken from me
never to be seen again
The Fool:
i was so confused
what happened?
did he no longer love me?
did i do something wrong?
it was just my fault
i knew i was never good enough
i should’ve never burdened him with my love
it was ok, i would be better next time
i pleaded for that next time,
but he continued
The Friend:
an unbearable year passed,
i saw him, he saw me
we both knew who he was
a murderer
he turned and walked away, fearful to show his guilt
his new victim totally oblivious
No longer a fool:
now i look down on them
sometimes I help out
i try to give them clues
sometimes they listen
it reminds me of my fragile human days
when i should have listened
when satan snatched my hand
i should have said no
A story of two perspectives
The fool:
he was so handsome, so kind
he took my hand,
i had no intention of letting go
The friend:
she was so sweet, but so naïve
he took her hand
did she know?
he was a charmer
sucking her in
only to let go
The Fool:
he really cared
he listened and cooperated
he held me so sweet
so adoring
The friend:
he won her over
he won his prize
did he know?
she was a gate to redemption
freedom from abuse and nastiness
a chance for happiness and cleansing
The Fool:
he made me feel so secure
so complete and perfect
i knew he wouldn’t let go
i was ready
ready to give up looking
because it was right there
between us
we were in love
intimate love
The Friend:
he really blinded her
she followed that scum so loyally
she got her warnings
from her true loves
but the scum defeated us
charm and deceit his weapon
The fool:
my so called friends
were filled with jealousy and lies
they told me awful things
were they trying to pull my love away?
The Friend:
i love her so much
i tried and tried to save her
but she was so badly influenced
she was taken from me
never to be seen again
The Fool:
i was so confused
what happened?
did he no longer love me?
did i do something wrong?
it was just my fault
i knew i was never good enough
i should’ve never burdened him with my love
it was ok, i would be better next time
i pleaded for that next time,
but he continued
The Friend:
an unbearable year passed,
i saw him, he saw me
we both knew who he was
a murderer
he turned and walked away, fearful to show his guilt
his new victim totally oblivious
No longer a fool:
now i look down on them
sometimes I help out
i try to give them clues
sometimes they listen
it reminds me of my fragile human days
when i should have listened
when satan snatched my hand
i should have said no
Monday, February 23, 2009
The day my world changed
Version two
Table Tennis
it sat in my basement
untouched
dust collected
my fate unnoticed
that thing in my childhood’s basement
previously overlooked
pierced the walls of my ignorant denial
the foriegn instrument,
rubber and wood
became a part of me, finished
moves, subconsciously calibrated
perfect
my old self,
gone, the new one
obsessed
obsessed, that place where I go
only the rhythmic moves
the endless passion
freedom from boredom forevermore
my experienced rival
lost
fate,
found
Table Tennis
it sat in my basement
untouched
dust collected
my fate unnoticed
that thing in my childhood’s basement
previously overlooked
pierced the walls of my ignorant denial
the foriegn instrument,
rubber and wood
became a part of me, finished
moves, subconsciously calibrated
perfect
my old self,
gone, the new one
obsessed
obsessed, that place where I go
only the rhythmic moves
the endless passion
freedom from boredom forevermore
my experienced rival
lost
fate,
found
The day my world changed
Table Tennis
it sat in my basement
untouched
dust collected
my fate unnoticed
that thing in my childhood’s basement
previously overlooked
pierced the walls of my ignorant denial
the foriegn instrument,
rubber and wood
became a part of me, finished
moves, subconsciously calibrated
perfect
my experienced rival
lost
fate,
found
it sat in my basement
untouched
dust collected
my fate unnoticed
that thing in my childhood’s basement
previously overlooked
pierced the walls of my ignorant denial
the foriegn instrument,
rubber and wood
became a part of me, finished
moves, subconsciously calibrated
perfect
my experienced rival
lost
fate,
found
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