Did you get my message?
Everything's coming down.
Do you hear me?
I love the ugliness.
Let's bother everybody in the world.
I'll stand close to people,
You keep making a sniffing noise.
We'll change the world like this.
People should inhale my silence.
Get a plane and drop
buckets of paint everywhere.
Shut their complaints out.
I breathe stagnant air.
I see in dull colors.
But if the world was dull,
Then I'd see everything normally.
What is this burnt out feeling?
Are my fingers tired of lighting matches?
Do you hear my thoughts,
Or are your disgusting actions an impulse?
Stick to live television,
Stick to the teleprompter,
Be one of the normal ones,
But know you can go off script.
Mr. Abbine SpeaksMr. Abbine Speaks3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mr. Abbine, I'm going to show you a few pictures. I want you to identify the people for me.
"I'll do what I can."
Can you tell me who this is?
"That's my good for nothing neighbor. He sits around his deck and smokes all day. Then he goes inside and probably gets high from pot or something stupid like that. I'll bet that guy is living off Welfare, the scumbag. Don't even get me started on the whore he keeps around-"
Mr. Abbine, please try to keep your answers focused on the subject. Can you identify this woman for me?
"That's my mother. She calls me three times a day to complain about how something 'isn't as great as it used to be.' I once told her she sounded old, and she started crying. Then she started calling me more often. Even though I've moved out twenty years ago, that woman continues to be a drain on my life."
Very good. This younger gentleman, tell me about him.
"That's Gary. He's a needy pain-in-the-ass. I swear, he follows me around work all day. Every day, with this guy. I
EscalatorEscalator1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The department store had two stories,
and poor designing.
Very poor designing.
The escalators only went up,
and the emergency stop button didn’t work.
So, people weren’t able to use
the escalator to get down.
Some people tried jumping,
but the ceiling was very high
and they were severely injured.
200 people couldn’t take the escalator down.
Fortunately, the bathrooms worked,
and getting supplies to the victims
was incredibly easy.
The governor was called.
The president was called.
The news circled a helicopter
around the area all day.
People held protests about
the mall’s management.
Then they figured out who designed the building
and held a protest about
the engineers who drew up the plans.
Then they figured out who designed the escalators
but that was too far away,
so they continued protesting the engineers.
FEMA brought bottled water
despite the fact that there were
water fountains next to the bathroom.
The people trapped complained for hours
because their ce
The Same ConversationThe Same Conversation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you have a problem with authority, Boy?
Does the world owe you something?
I suppose the only reason that
You're not attacking me right now
Is that you're a chicken.
How does that sit with you?
Do you have a problem with authority, Boy?
Did you want me to hand you
The world on a silver platter?
I suppose you think that I'm gonna
Be nice to you because you're a young man
And you're the future or something.
Look at me, Boy.
Don't glare at me!
You better change your attitude!
How do you expect to grow up
When you keep ending up here?
I dare you to look at me like that again.
Look at me, Boy.
Does the world owe you something?
You're not MY future.
I'm gonna change you,
Or I'm gonna break you in half.
How does that sit with you?
ProgressProgress1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All moments are measured by a standard.
I looked back in the year,
and I saw nothing, you know?
I didn’t see a thing,
so I went to my work
and wondered if anything changed there,
and it did somewhat,
but I didn’t change.
I went to my computer,
I looked through my poetry,
whatever that is,
and I came to the conclusion
that my voice is identical to
when I started the year.
The college, what a bust,
only proved that I’m incapable of change.
I still have the same study habits.
The grades are better,
but only because I’m slumping into the routine,
and if developing a routine is a change,
then I don’t want it.
I often wonder if anything’s changed for me.
Were the changes too gradual to notice?
Maybe I’m a more responsible adult,
God save me,
or maybe I’m seeing new things with older eyes.
Perhaps I’m becoming the horrible adult,
you know the one,
the one that thinks the world belongs to him
because he owns a fancy computer,
who will piss
Seven DevilsSeven Devils1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The man was deciding whether or not
to donate money to the charity this year,
so an angel appeared on his right shoulder.
“If you were struggling, wouldn’t you hope
someone would do the same for you?”
The man fished a dollar out of his pocket,
until a devil appeared on his left shoulder.
“If you save that dollar, you could buy
a hamburger, and eat that while you
look at pornography!”
Another angel appeared on the man’s shoulder.
“That’s not okay at all, think of the children.”
The man remembered his old gym teacher,
who was arrested after doing both of those
things at the same time. Another devil.
“Save your money, they’d probably spend it
on drugs or something…”
A third angel, “They would not spend it on drugs.
There are lots of perfectly honest poor people.”
The man sat down, as the devils and angels
were starting to weigh his shoulders down.
Third devil, “If you save that dollar,
and a f
PostMortExePostMortExe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What happens to our passwords
When we die?
Do our email accounts
Hang in internet limbo for eternity?
Do they slowly gather junk email?
Is there a place in the world
For all the accounts
that are never used?
Does Social media remain
After we're gone?
Does it serve as a sort of
Compiling the final days
Of our lives?
What happens to our passwords
When nobody remembers them?
Do they still exist outside of code?
Are the final thoughts of
A man encoded somewhere?
Where does the account
of a dead man go?
ChimesChimes1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ceiling seemed to close in on everyone in the room. There was a dead man under the table in the kitchen, so the killer sat on the couch in the living room, and turned on the record player next to him. The man under the table had the air slowly pumped from his lungs, as the weight of his chest pushed him down. The killer gently put his head back, and looked at the ceiling. He put his arms up, and exhaled. The music started playing, very softly. It was The Guess Who’s “These Eyes.” Just outside, there were some chimes, playing against the rain.
The bad thoughts drained out of the killer’s head, as he looked at the blank slate on the ceiling. There were beams of light, scattered by the jewelry hanging in the windows. There were stains, smudges, presumably from killing bugs. There were cracks in the paint, and larger stains. There was no telling where these things came from. The killer relaxed his shoulders. Before the running, before the panic, there would be a
Last GaspLast Gasp9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the sun glowed a deep red,
just enough to color the inside
of the room a deep mahogany,
stripes of color on the walls.
And the clouds formed in the distance,
just enough to cradle the sunset.
And as if by magic, the rain fell down,
undisturbed by any wind,
undisturbed by any thoughts.
And I watched in great longing,
wondering what the world has
left for me to witness,
for even if I can not leave this room,
I can see everything just outside.
I watch as the color fades from the sky,
and the mahogany turns a brilliant lapis,
and then to nothing.
As the clouds reflect the last gasp of magenta,
As the world fades to black, the rain dies down,
reflecting what little color remains,
and then I turn on the lights.
GiveawayGiveaway1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Want some happiness?
I am giving it away.
I haven’t the room.
No AssumptionsNo Assumptions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know what it's like
When you feel like
Something's right in front of you
And you can't find it?
I swear, my shoes must be
Around here somewhere.
They were only dangling above
The wood chipper for a moment.
Have you seen my cat?
Last I checked, she was floating
Off to sea in a small boat.
She'll probably turn up.
My wallet's gone!
You don't suppose
The mugger took it,
Holy cow, my books!
My whole library, up in flames!
And I was almost finished
Welding the bookshelf!
I wonder why my friends
Don't talk to me anymore?
I haven't been in
The asylum THAT long!
No Spot For ApplicantNo Spot For Applicant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We at TD Ameribank
Have each reviewed your application.
Though we can't do business with you,
We still believe in you.
in one of the required fields,
You must have put down some info
That rubbed our computer the wrong way,
But all of us working here
Still think you can accomplish your dreams.
Perhaps our rigid formula
Was too harsh on your cosigner,
Or maybe you asked for
Too much money,
But the greedy people
Above us on the corporate ladder
Tell us that we must deny you
This loan, to keep our heads
You can't put a price on dreams,
But our index seems to know
How much is too much.
So, Before you retire our name
To the bin of failed ventures,
We still believe in you,
It's the numbers that don't.
The employees of TD Ameribank
Sticks In The Iron MineSticks In The Iron Mine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are assembly lines of kids solving Rubiks Cubes.
Whoever cant solve them quickly enough
Gets thrown into the garbage.
The kids are then transported to the Chess factory.
They play games, and the best six percent
Avoid going into giant trash bins.
The small number of kids left are subject
To intense games of Risk,
Where the losers end up in waste baskets.
Finally, the only people left are taken away.
They are given applications and get jobs
As garbage men.
Empty WellEmpty Well2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People see him smiling,
and they dont smile back anymore.
Hes worn that smile too long,
and people have figured out
that its not real.
People once heard him laughing,
and they once laughed with him,
but now theyve picked up his rhythm.
His mechanics have suffered with age.
People know hes run dry.
Every person in the room
has picked up that
theres nothing left for him
to draw from.
Every empty gesture
draws him further from reality.
Almost every emotion has been
drained from his body,
but hell never cry,
because he knows
thats all he has left.
The Barking DogThe Barking Dog1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scientists gathered in the room
to answer the question
“What is the meaning of life?”
The first man stood up
and started yapping like a dog.
The next man immediately started
flapping his arms like a chicken.
The third scientist started
muttering about setting things on fire.
Another man took his pencil
and started drawing pictures of missiles,
landing on tiny villages made of straw.
One person took a hand drill out of his pocket
and yelled that he would finally drill through
one of the icecaps to see what was there.
Several scientists had to restrain the third guy
from lighting the table on fire,
including the chicken.
All at once, the entire room erupted,
engaging in whatever instinct came to mind,
until the dog man started barking.
For about 10 seconds,
he yelled above all other noises,
his breath blew out the lighter
in the third guy’s hand.
Finally, when the room calmed down,
he went back to yapping.
The rest of the scientists sat patiently,
listening to the melod
BombardmentBombardment2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone knew there were people. They said hello to their family in the morning. They went to work and got lost in their thoughts. They came home and went about their business.
It was around this time somebody discovered the sound. He started playing it, and, finding it mildly better than the usual silence, he took it with him. Over time, the noise got louder. It prevented the man from thinking, but it was still better than silence, so he kept it around.
The sound grew even louder, and it spread out across the world. Now, people couldnt talk anymore. There was no way to communicate. There was no way to think. The only thing that echoed through peoples heads was the sound. That, however, wasnt enough.
Soon, the sound took on a visual form. It was a spastic ball of energy, bouncing around, constantly bombarding peoples eyes, trying to get the worlds attention. It was doing remarkably well.
There was no thinking. There was no hearing. There was no seeing. If it was
IhopIhop1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I went back to the diner.
There were the people,
chewing on their food,
and I was on fire,
I was a nuclear fusion m***********,
so I asked people where I could sit down
and when they told me there was no room
I flipped tables,
I yelled at the customers,
and slammed people to the floor.
I screamed, “This is a man beyond repair!”
to anyone who gave a s***,
and I was a nuclear fusion m***********,
and they brought in the cops
and I threw them, too.
They brought in the marines,
and I laughed in their faces,
because I was no longer a person,
I was a m************ force,
They dropped a missile on my skull
and it didn’t make a dent.
They dropped the universe on me,
and I didn’t blink.
This is a man beyond repair,
this man will bring you all down,
this man has stopped caring about your excuses.
I am no longer the mud puddle.
I am no longer in the background.
I refuse to be a nobody,
so I went back to the diner
Three AMThree AM2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reality becomes distorted at night. Its still reality, but it doesnt belong to me. The walk down this street has never seemed endless before. The lights never glowed so dimly against my skin. The pockets of darkness in the distance never seemed like people, but they are there.
These people exist only in the corners of the mind. They seem to disappear when you look in their direction, but they never go away. They mix with the background. They stare from their corner. I dont know them, but they seem to know me.
These people dont talk. They watch from a distance. They wear a blank expression, unmoving, permanent. The street lights do not penetrate these shadows. Its still reality, but its their reality. Anyone else is an intruder.
Upon reaching my destination, these figures stand up and glide away. They are no longer interested with me. Reality has changed again, in the presence of light. This may be my reality, but the darkness is so dominant. Perhaps
Machines In LoveMachines In Love2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The humans taught the machines how to love. It was incredibly annoying, not the machines, but their concept of love. They wanted to talk to you all the time, they wanted to hang out with you, they wanted to be there for you.
At first, it was the biggest innovation in technology. Imagine, a computer program that was interested in your life, a computer program that never wanted to leave you, that was hurt when you ignored it. The developers of the program won the Nobel Prize for that year. It was a massive success.
Then, after months of receiving notifications about how wonderful they are, people will start growing annoyed with their phones. People just wanted to text other people, to get information, or to say hi to some person. They dont want the opinions of their cell phone.
In the future, love will be the biggest hindrance in our personal lives. The newest phones will display messages like, I hope you do well today, or You know I care about you,
FuelFuel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The boy looked a lot like me.
He placed the gas can at my feet.
Then he looked around the room.
He said, Every day, an empire is born.
Every day, that empire falls,
only to come back the next day.
The empire is yours and yours alone,
so why has the world not seen it yet?
The boy looked furious.
I wondered if he was a boy at all.
Every day, you build the throne,
and it never takes physical form.
Why do you want to be a part of this society,
which spits on your dream?
He walked away, only to turn around,
and scream from a distance.
This is your enemies castle!
Why is it still standing?
If he could, he might have
lit the matches himself.
OpportunityOpportunity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a chance.
Give me a drink.
Give me a drink.
Give me a drink.
Give me a bucket.
I don’t see the light.
There is no light,
it was made up!
Magic is dead!
Give me a drink.
I don’t wanna sleep!
I don’t wanna eat!
Sleeping’s for the weak!
Eating’s for Sunday!
I have better things to do!
Give me a step.
Give me a microphone.
Give me a dollar.
Give Me Your Dollar.
I don’t wanna spend it.
I wanna watch it,
I wanna put it in a bank
and watch it,
This is the mirror.
This is your face in the mirror.
That man is dead!
His life is on a speed of light delay!
He’s a failure,
you can’t be that guy!
Give me your eyes.
Give me your attention,
I want everyone’s attention!
These are the final moments!
The world will end tomorrow!
Let me show you the new world!
It’s just over the hill!
Give me your attention!
Give me your faces!
Give me a chance!
JailbirdJailbird1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The burglar was tired of going to jail.
Every time he stole a purse,
every time he robbed a bank,
a superhero was waiting around the corner,
bizarre weapon in one hand,
handcuffs in the other.
The city had become saturated
with vigilante justice.
There was now a section in the newspaper
for “protectors of justice.”
The burglar took an ad out in the paper.
The ad stated that in one week,
the Forever Jewelry store would be robbed.
One might say he was supremely confident
that this time, things would work out.
On the day of the robbery,
hundreds of men stood outside the store,
all in regular clothes,
suits, the like.
All of them were reading newspapers,
with reading glasses on,
trying to avoid looking suspicious,
and failing miserably.
Suddenly, the alarm in the store went off.
Thirty men in trench coats ran
into a telephone booth at once.
There was mass confusion,
as people tried to avoid giving away
their secret identities.
Nobody could get out of the phone booth,
men and wo
InventionInvention2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who did it first?
That's who's glorified.
Then somebody stumbles
upon the same thing.
Hasn't read the books.
Is their discovery
Any less genuine?
So I suppose it's all about
Being there first.
But if somebody
Makes a discovery,
And never tells anybody,
He will never be celebrated.
If I steal an idea
And advertise it better,
I can be championed
As the creator of something.
I suppose we don't
Care about who did it first.
If I advertise better,
I will have invented the world.
This Red HatThis Red Hat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You should all know that Santa Claus is alive and well.
I recently saw him at my place of work.
I won’t lie,
there’s something surreal about the notion of Santa Claus
at the soda machine,
large cup in hand,
mixing root beer and Dr. Pepper.
Mrs. Claus was accompanying him,
telling him when there were kids that needed to be cheered up.
Santa didn’t listen to Mrs. Claus very much.
It makes sense,
a few hundred years of marriage tends to wear down a relationship.
Santa was stationed at a bench,
a few feet from where I worked.
I had to clean up around where they sat.
Incidentally, people are just as messy around important figures
as they are anywhere else.
The people who cleaned around were referred to as “elves.”
I am not an elf.
I’m over six feet tall,
and I am not an elf.
I had to ask if a soda cup belonged to Santa
so I’d know not to throw it out.
Which led to a strange situation.
I’d never had to formally address Sant
Happiness and How To Find ItHappiness and How To Find It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today happiness has gone down 35 points,
While sadness is up 43 points,
Which is a record high for this year.
Today the president announced a bold new initiative
In order to generate happiness,
He's shipping in 100,000 puppies in from overseas.
Projections indicate that those puppies could
boost happiness by as much as 30%.
President: "America needs happiness. When you
Want happiness, you don't sit around and wait for it."
The national party of Life Fulfillment issued a statement
Today claiming that the president should be
Placing an emphasis on long term happiness,
And that this is only a temporary fix,
As those puppies will only be regular dogs in a year.
Andrew Socolovoyich, house min. leader: "America
Needs long term solutions. The president should
Be encouraging citizens to pick up a hobby. It's not as
Fun as puppies maybe, but people with hobbies
Usually live rich, happy lives."
And in local news: Have you ever wondered what
It would be like to live without happiness at all?