The trip- Part oneThrobbing echoes surged through the mind of someone, someone trapped within his own personal section of a livid hell. A simple tap, just a simple tap was enough to echo throughout his near vacant room. It was a sterile world, one etched in white linoleum and fluorescent lights. It was a world normally filled with silence, yet now it was filled with a soft tap, echoed through the empty room, save for one soul.The trip- Part one
He wanted to scream. He needed to scream. It would overcome the simple tapping, the hectic tapping. Of course, in a normal setting it would simply be annoying, and then of course there were the drugs. E mostly, although the
That good ole sinI just had too much pride That simple god dammed sin of pride And I just didn’t have enough of anything else Especially that good ole sloth That good ole slothThat good ole sin
Ya it woulda come in handy that day
But I, I just mean to jest, I just meant to smile, I just wanted to sit there like I do, Like every god dammed day Yet there was that good ole sin of pride, Plastered on my face And sloth so many miles away
The drinks were running out My lines were getting old But my sin just came about And sloth just ran away Much unlike hi
A Halloween WishThe moon hangs high on this brisk night Orange rays cast a glow Eerie and alienA Halloween Wish
Foreign and demented
Yet gentle and soothing
And somehow still bright
People run to and fro Filling the air with screams and laughs Contrasted and disjointed
Terrifying and joyful Yet familiar and needed Under the moonlit glow
And I stand here in another form Just for tonight, Only for tonight Filled with joy and sorrow Weighted with down with reality Yet hopeful for the whimsical For this is how I wanted to be born
One of those days-Part TwoThe sun seemed to be now lazily resting on the top of some high-rise apartment building, now about to begin its slow decent towards the earth…thousands of solar power plants screamed in preemptive agony. And somewhere else deo was walking through out the city of New York, with a new shiny dime jingling in his pant’s pocket…It wasn’t quite enjoying its new life within the dark confines of a sentient’s pant’s pocket. No, it couldn’t harm anyone here. And to make it worse it had to share valuable space with a paperclip, an expired coupon that it couldn’t quite make out, a penny who thought it was a quarterOne of those days-Part Two
Shifter's WishNo shape of my own, No place to call home, No one to dream with. Borrowing forms, Trailing storms, Yearning to find peace. The lot of my kind, Our souls to nature we bind, Wandering this world alone. The shape of all I can claim, The knowledge without the fame, Knowing my place in this world. Knowing my heart as the constant, But not knowing how to explain; Wishing to be, Wanting to be, Needing to be, Welcomed home at last.Shifter's Wish
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They call it solipsism... He would never be capable of seeing himself as one thread in a tapestry. He was the universe, and all the rest of us were his fantasies, to be killed or not, as he saw fit...
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I think there for I am...I think.
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2+2=Numbers.
Numbers+Words=Algebra
Algebra+Sadists=Calculus
Calculus+Idiots=Calculators.
I hate idiots...I hate numbers...I hate sadists...But god damn do I love calculators.
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I think there for I am...I think.
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2+2=Numbers.
Numbers+Words=Algebra
Algebra+Sadists=Calculus
Calculus+Idiots=Calculators.
I hate idiots...I hate numbers...I hate sadists...But god damn do I love calculators.
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