Its 2am, sleep has forsaken me for the time being. With headphones in ear i distract myself from the inevitable debilitating disease that is our current society. It has been foretold and the prophets have either been slain or took their own lives rather than facing the ailments...
A sentiment of love radiates above.
No telemetry or guidance;
No Euclidean geometry or prudence.
Radiating ever since…
From above, the effect answers to the cause, and comes back below, commence.
Commencing, yet not revealing, its original source
If one can will...
I love to wonder what may have been before: what idyllic circumstances may have brought upon this experience.
If everything has a common variable inherent to each indefinable experience, what would it be? Science, rather physics, has now come to the same conclusion Gautama...
After showing this to people here and there and receiving decent amount of praise I have finally decided to share this with the world… This was originally written at a horrible time in my life, I had broken up a long term relationship, refused all contact with anyone and locked...
A while ago I wrote about a guy's eyelid. this guy I liked him. Now I don't feel much towards him. But then I felt more. I dreamt we were having sex and all I could see was his closed eyelid. I didn't feel anything. It was just that image. When I was awake I felt comfortable but...
Love is chocolate
Love is sweets and honey
Love is sometimes for your heart
Love is sometimes for the money
Love is passionate
Love is blind
Love is destined
Love is cruel and kind
Love is forever
Love is for a night
Love is fading
Love is at first sight
Love is unrequited...
"This door shot me so I HINGED it"
"Why do I bother dancing when I could FROLIC"
"How do Fish rake leaves? They ain't GOTTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Whats Green and a Cuboid? A SNOWSQUARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Puns are ______ if you don't take them seriously.....
This is one of them Autumn
Scents of autumn wafting by. smoke being carried on a cool breeze. bringing the promise of a winter yet to be. the sound of dry leaves crunching underfoot telling of another summer gone to bed; until jack and all his friends have had their turn at...
,,,,This on the lappy as a storm was overhead. It was in a MS Word format (.doc) and it's my style of writing and my way of thinking, however I don't remember writting it. :/
Memories conjure images, images stimulate feelings, and feelings leave me vulnerable. The hedgehogs...
I wrote a thing, was a wonderful thing. The best ever writtencould make a blind man sing. The deaf man read it aloudwhile the the birds flew up in the clouds. Cumulus, I think they were,This thing made me so proud!I wrote it on paper'bout the daringest caperA cop and a...
She was my Dean Moriarity, a spirit that cannot be encapsulated in words; free and innocent beyond comprehension, a perfection of purity, exuding an aura that entangled myself in the very depth of her soul. I could not name the exact effect, it was something...
It begins where it ends, in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears coming to the unguarded. A soul unbound, touched by others but never held, on a course charted by some unseen hand. The future promising no more than my past reflected upon me, until at last I reach the...
so the beginning of each sentence was already selected as part of a writing challenge...
I remember the first time I ever saw the outline of her fading form, disintegrating into horizon, returning to oblivion. From that instant she was stricken from my recollections, my...
A memory forged in foggy clouds
Of condensation and eternal forgetfulness
The brain doth deceive
Is it your soul or your eyes you believe?
Eyes: eternally searching for something that isn’t there
If rocks could talk they would only speak of their wear
Or attest to...
For school i had to make a human animal hybrid sculpture, i chose to create a fish with a humans head. Once we had created the hybrid we had to come up with a story, myth, or legend to explain its origins or significance.
and this is it
Once upon a time there was a fisherman...
The frequencies of fluorescent bulbs incessantly eat away the thoughts of my mind
Like a burrowing worm winding its way
The white noise turns into a numb-fuzz
The clocks tick, the bee’s no longer buzz
Some sort of nausea, a constant sick
As the candle melts away...
I drop to my knees to keep from drifting away into the abyss. Thoughts like smoke dance through my grasp as I attempt to hold on, incorporeal wisps though they are, still they cloud my mind. Fingers claw at the concrete walls of my cell stained with blood, each failed attempt at...
At three-thirty of cold, rainy morning late in December, Andrew Duncan finally made up his mind. Life was no longer worth living- and in any case his wretched existence was no good example of living. Standing alone on the Embankment, gazing morosely into the Thames he remembered...
...you are just a bully,
who hates people she wants to be,
who hates herself sooo much,
she just needs to break others down,
because she cannot be them.
i should feel sorry for you really,
you are just a sad motherfukkker,
who hates herself more than anyone will ever hate...
I am mist
will coil about you
like a dream made real
will whisper hot and sweet
and nothing in your ears
as I stroke your cheek
of my hair.
I am mist
will wind around you
like sheets in the night
made of silk, of satin
smooth and slick...