the plasticized quantum theoryalabaster immortalityune voleur honteuxslip of the tonguein each saturated porespectrum rehearses its symphonycrooked whispers of a flutea glimpse of blue infinitudequiets the confines of los alamos¿quién es él? eso piensaen kaleidoscopesparalysis in the peristalsisjewel in the vitreous humorphosphorescent anti-matteruntil it watercolorsthe poison of psychepapillae the plaguesoxidizing ash and embera quivering effigysplinters the mooninstinctuallythe mirrored hand exhalesswept the epileptic ceilingdissolving tendrils of mahoganydetached from the retinaunblemishedtranquil, the deceptionimmutable twilightthe film frame fadescaptured in the mercury
DyingEach day,I lose alittle moreof myself.By the timedeath comes,Ill alreadybe gone.
I am therefore I'm ScrewedUpon a mosquito's bite I am presented with a dilemmaDo I kill it?And potentially destroy the creature Who would slay the next Genocidal Maniac Inadvertently assuming indirect responsibility For millions of deaths.Do I spare it?And potentially unhinder the creatureWho will slay the Slayer of The Next Genocidal Maniac Inadvertently assuming the indirect responsibilityFor millions of deaths.I am, Therefore, I'm screwed
PhilosophyWhat is philosophy? To philosophize is to not think about something, but to think upon those thoughts. You are to go beyond thinking, a thought beyond the thought. To think, you are to walk upon the ground, and observe it. To philosophize is to get upon your knees, and to DIG into the ground! You are to take your thoughts even further than your thoughts already. But I have heard that to philosophize is a gift. But why? Why cannot everyone take a deeper meaning into the thoughts and think upon thoughts? To dig into them? Is it the "strength" of the mind? For the one unable to philosophize, they are unable to dig their fingers into the ground. But then are we to say that those whom cannot philosophize weak minded? I don't think so. That's not right to say one is weak. But what is it that makes one unable to take a deeper meaning into their thoughts? Is it the mental comprehension? Can one only understand to a certain point? But does that mean philosophizers minds are to be unbound to com
BeautyReal beauty is lost forever,When measured in perfection.
Nobody -Writing Prompt 11-Unseen, unheard,I wander through crowds.No one knows me,no one wants to.My steps take me pastfamily,lovers,friends.All mine,yet they stilldon't see,don't hear.Like I don't exist.A faceless, shapeless,sexless thing,only meant totake care of their needs.But until I'm needed,I'm just nobody.
RacismRacismBecuase you're blackAnd I am whiteYou say you're betterBecuase of your raceYou say I'm racistBecuase I'm whiteYou say I'm evilBecause I'm whiteYou say you went through bad timesAnd that I made you go through themBut you talk of our ancestorsNot of usWhat happened toMoving on?I didn't do anything to youSo why do you claim I did?This is the futureNot the pastPlease stop living in old timesAnd saying I'm terribleBecuase of my race.You say your kinder and more acceptingThen meBut I would accept you easilyIf only you'd accept me.
A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words,wealthy wreaths of wisdom,on paper never torn or worn.You have etched your passionson my brow.You have left this wallowed worldvictorious; eyes resplendentwith the wisdom you wrote and wrought.Your passions shall echo in my earsunto eternity.And should I stray into somesullen storm, or get caught inthe torrents of the monsoon, Ill knowthat Lears been there before, andIll not swoon.And if Hades doors open upbefore my stranded soul, and scorchit with the heat of hell, Ill recall thatI am not the first Dantes been downthere as well.And if on my death-bed I mournthe life I wasted on wine and stalechocolate bars, Ill recall Wildes words andhope that, though long in the gutter, I didglimpse the stars.
The DarknessDarkness is my comfort.It protects me from my fears,Hides me from them.In the dark I can watch the light,Without the light watching me.The darkness understands me,It does not judge me;In the dark we all look the same.It wards off those who fear the dark;The ones that seek to harm me.Darkness is my only ally,In the war I fight alone;The war in my head.
AwayWe're closer than ever now,I can see you in an instant,We talk like old friends,That had long been distant.But vacant staresAnd desk chairs,Do little to hide the fact,That words themselves are empty,And mean nothing more than that.