Onion TouOnion Tou/ Onion Head PLZ accountsMore Like This
Freckles-Blemishes-ScarsFreckles;More Like This
Sometimes wanted, or maybe not.
Standing out and barely there;
Little bumps of sunlight stories
And marks of potential past lives.
Bloated, sickly reddened;
Pustules in need of relief
And in need of concealment.
Accidental and on purpose.
From other beings or myself;
Some tales that can be laughed at
And others that can be forgotten.
All of which I wear with pride.
My burnt to tan skin branded
By the life that I have lived
And the life that lives in me.
This Story Is Not ImportantThis story is not important.More Like This
The letters on this page are of no use to the likes of you, just meaningless symbols reluctantly and miraculously forming the words of some language that you may understand but cannot fully comprehend.
This is a puzzle that doesn’t cry out, wail, screech, beg, moan to be solved; perfectly content to be broken and fragmented into obscure and indecipherable memories that might not even be that because it is altogether an ‘unknown.’
Because it is not important.
The obliquitous ink staining this parched page of mutilated tree sinews crinkles as a life that was never truly there seeps into the writing desk that is more like the deflated intestine of some corpse than the raven that might chose to feast upon it.
And to those that may still not believe that this is of little relevance - if you have learned any miniscule bit of information that seems to elude the grasp of each and every other reader including its own author then good on you; you le
SilenceTime is a human construct.More Like This
I know this because only the arbitrary delineations we impose upon the juggernaut of reality, in order to understand it…only our constructs could be so mutable, inconstant. Fragile.
Memory is fickle. Even at the time it is being burned into the sparking pathways of our grey matter, it loses things too solid to wish out of existence, gains others — phantom senses, ghosts in the machine.
“HEADS UP!” came the cry, echoing off the glacier-polished granite, over the creaking of the rain-soaked rope, the distant hoarse shouts of climbers on different routes. Over the other sound… the dull stony rumble I’d been ignoring for several seconds.
Memory. And perception. They can warp and shift in the most unexpected ways…
The woman leaned out of her car window to motion me across the street; I had been standing beside my bicycle, patiently waiting for her to turn left, from the suicide lane
Jupiter is Best for StargazingSometimes I stareMore Like This
up at the sky that has been starved of
all its light, and I wonder
how we can be made to stand so tall in such a
A world where we change
with the tide and get
drunk on the moonbeams we chase,
the orbits of the planets spinning
our minds faster than our bodies can keep up with,
like our time spent staring through telescopes
is nothing more than a mirage to keep our
complex and detailed dances with the stars quiet.
Keep your movements short and
the seconds that you take to blink or breathe, you'll
miss the comets fluttering through the sky
like a galactic firefly, and it was
did I realize just how we can be made to stand so
tall in such a larger world.
Thank you sonnetI set my pen to paper now, to writeMore Like This
But sleeplessness leaves inspiration weak;
The only phrasing I can grasp is trite...
My Muse deserts me in a fit of pique.
Adrift upon the sea of words, I fret
My shining quarry schooling out of reach
For I am shipwrecked here without a net
Night's mariner, marooned on daylight's beach.
I grope beneath the surface for a thought;
A shallow maladroit, I cannot swim
My pitiful attempts are overwrought;
My metaphors, lackluster synonym.
So please forgive me for the platitude;
I'm simply overwhelmed with gratitude.
RelaxationRelaxation Written 8/13/15More Like This
Take a breath
one, two, three, four,
four, three, two, one,
one, two, three, four,
four, three, two, one,
one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen sixteen
Still hold it
seven teen, eight teen, ni neteen, twen-
Safety FirstSafety First Written 8/11/15More Like This
"You're not in Wonderland anymore," said Allen Ginsberg.
Oh, how I wish that weren't true.
What I would give to silence the message:
That sirens blare on a spiraling, continuous loop.
And instead have this;
Down the Rabbit's hole I would go
In my glory, in a rain of malformed and mutating pills and elixirs,
Theme music playing sideways and inside out,
Double visions of smoke telling the near past and uncertain futures of a poisoned moth-to-be,
Inbred royalty erupting as boiling spiked tea pours from their orifices,
Spinning servant heads in the gardens that spout blood roses;
Those bleed white if growing from the eye sockets.
The Hare and and Hatter in a bed a sugar and broken teapot shards,
And tranquilized mice pave the forest of dead and still singing flowers.
Walrus and Carpenter drowning in the oiled sea with the infant clams,
The twins bouncing into oblivion, skin ripped from their sinews at such high velocities.
Code Lyoko Gothia Clark Back StoryGothia Clark in her past was sad Tragic in Child Hood,More Like This
Fraz Hopper Hired Dr.Johnson to keep Care of Gothia in her Terms.
Gothia was inside in a Sleeping Scanner since she was 5 Years old for her to be Prepared when She Becomes a Teenager.
Dr.Johnson was able to read her DNA that she is Human Virus as a "Friendly Virus" She can do anything to make her self Happy But she did have family that died on her birthday until Fraz Hopper wanted help her By chance to have her as friend with Aelita Mainly those two only met when they were 4 years old.
Dr.Johnson was good Person of keeping track on Gothia when she first woke up in her 15 age as a teenager and she was ready to be starting school but She Met Aelita in her first classroom after she had to be check up with the nurse with Dr.Johnson.
Sissy was bully to Gothia but Gothia got mad at Sissy so She Shocked her and Dr.Johnson wanted
Dark Overcast“What does it mean to be a good person?”More Like This
That’s what she always thought to herself. Not knowing anyone, she didn't know what it felt like.
“How does one become happy? What is happiness? …How do you find it?”
You see, the girl was alone in this world; everything she saw was black. No light, no food, no people, no life.
She just spent her days lying on the floor, curled up to protect herself from the mysterious world around her.
She had tried before playing games she made up to pass the time, but it only reminded her of how lonely she was.
She had no memories of being here; nothing to look back on, nothing to look forward to. Nothing to feel.
The thoughts of leaving this world permanently always sprang into mind, but how would she do that?
With no signs of anything around, there was nothing to get the job done.
Could she even die? She had survived all this time with no way of nutrition, after all.
Was there no escape?
She had t