Fantasy? +arising from Memory, blackness.
let me go...
what's the benefit of change?
At exactly 5:34 a.m.,
there's still a vigor in me.
, shrouded by the bedsheets
under the core of a darkened sky;
the rims dipped in a slight gold.
the conscience is a precious and mighty dictator.
the eyes are shut,
the doors are shut,
the hands are shut,
the flight to a drunk crossover between fantasy and memory has begun.
there's an intoxicated sliver of love
standing as the smoking building downs,
there's a ceiling of pulsing veins
pumping the necessities of like through them, the misery and vivaciousness;
I've divorced logic.
Lust has been my lover;
I see undoubtedley that my intentions and affections were pure,
Probably Not"I know exactly what love is!" I proclaimed to anything or anyone that was nearby. I was stubborn. I was sure of myself. Writing the same Bible verse over and over on twenty-six sheets of paper ought to teach you what love is. So I walk with dignity and truck through mounds of mud and sidewalk puddles 'cause the rain is coming down harder.Probably Not8 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Yeah, that's right!" I jab the air with my pointer finger. "I know everything there is to know about love!" The response is an unpleasant crack of lightning. The rain keeps coming down harder. If I didn't know better, I'd the think the rain as pounding the life out of the plants instead of nourishing them.
"Love is patient!" I scream at nothing. Yeah, love's patient. And I am demanding to see him and be with him right this instant. So what? Besides, he needs to learn how to accept my uncertainty. That's a part of me! Deal with it!
"Love is kind!" I said in an insulting tone. "That includes kindness! That is niceness—which means being nice! And that'
The Butterfly BushThe Butterfly BushThe Butterfly Bush8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It had gotten down to thirty-seven degrees when I left the house at 5:09 that afternoon to go for a walk.
The butterfly bush had always been there; eleven sidewalk blocks past the second bench, on the way to the old, deserted park, which was probably less than a quarter of a mile from my house.
I never paid any particular attention to it, but somewhere in my clustered mind there was a place for it. After all, it'd been there since I was born, and it had grown up with me. It was wild and unkempt, it reached a great height and spread a great length; it was constantly growing.
But recently they had cut it down to nothing but a trunk and a few bumpy roots curling in and out of the ground. That day when I walked past it, the sight saddened me regardless of its insignificance in my life.
Little had I known that this butterfly bush, in its simplicity and complexity, represented more to me than I imagined.
"What is that plant right there?" I said pointing at th
Let Them Do What...?The world could be described as hundreds or thousands of jagged jigsaw pieces crammed together with their misfitting partners. Nations are in perpetual war, religions are in inextricable combat, and condemnation saturates every race. The earth is brewing with unhappiness, health failure, and laziness. Because the heart-cuddling idea of transforming this bitter universe to one of love, respect, consideration, and other synonyms is unfortunately unrealistic and unachievable, I believe what our world needs to better itself is chocolate cake.Let Them Do What...?7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Chocolate, renowned for its wide-spread consumption, unfairly tarnished reputation for being a junk food, and its thick, rich sweetness, indeed has the capability to improve our world. First off, its important to clear the record and recognize chocolate for the true gift it is to the human body. There is scientific evidence that chocolate creates an energy boost, promotes alertness, and lessens anxiety and pain. Theobromine, caffeine, tyra
The StormTheres a storm, a path he cleftThe Storm8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful was his hue
And with enticement, he was deft
He tightly made his way through
A life mostly bereft
So his inhibitions grew
He came into my life, and left
My dear, the storm is you.
He let everything flee
And precipitation fell to the ground
Enslaved because he was free
The rain fell down
Thunder broke eternity
Lightning lit the found
And I let you fall on me
Until the day I drown.
My body screams with pleasure
My heart, it screams with pain
Catastrophic beyond measure
Nothing left to gain
I have found my sorrows treasure
It lives within the rain
So the time grows lesser
And I find more to sustain.
The discomfort here is brewing
The waiting air grows warm
And the future we were viewing
Is lost within his form
Regardless of all youre doing
Affection still does swarm
Thus, the hatred is sloughing
My dear, you are the storm.
Do You Love Me?Do you love me, or do you not?Do You Love Me?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say you do, but perhaps that's just what you thought.
Oh darlin' I'm so scared.
Don't make me go into this unprepared.
Tell me what you want. Tell me what it is you need.
I'll be whoever I can be.
But why do I always do this to myself?
I think it's time to put the Mask back up on the shelf.