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That She May SeeI made the offer to my dead wife to use my eyes
to see her grand children grow up. Now every time
I see something I probably shouldn't, every time I
look to the darkness all I can think of is her eyes
looking back at me.
They do not judge only seem sad at a broken promise.
My mind is changed as is my heart. I wish only for her
happiness wherever she may be as I look once more to
the photos of our Grandchildren that she may see.
Dead At My FeetLeft standing in the aftermath of that battle within myself,
blood and terror, total war of the soul stains the earth
as fire licks razor cuts upon my fine ideals to smoke
that stings my eyes and leaves a taste of burnt flesh
upon my tongue. Gods and devils lie
dead at my feet.
Hell An' Damnation!It'd been hours since the funeral and wake of Pappa Joe, the oldest living family member and my Grandfather. I'd eaten more than my fair share, drank too much and told too many of the "colorful" stories I remembered the old man telling over the years and so when it came time to leave no one made even token attempt to get me to stay. Granma stayed behind. There were family members she only ever saw at funerals and weddings she'd explained. I'll catch a ride with........ she'd said but my mind was a blur from the booze and I'd wandered away and out the door without even hearing, or if I'd heard I didn't comprehend.
Hell an' Damnation! I heard immediately upon entering my Granma's house. Hell an' Damnation! The familiar voice gave vent to all the frustration of a man who'd walked into his home only to find he no longer lived there. Hell an' Damnation I heard again as I stood transfixed unable to look away from the scene of Pappa Joe standing, his back to m
I Keep DreamingThe world shakes
I see my face in the broken mirror.
Facets of existence,
a million different mes falling from my bed.
The floor is hard and cold.
I want so much to be warm.
but I keep dreaming.
Night Of StoriesThere was a moon in the sky when I was young, the old man told us. A Moon? What's that?, the young ones asked. A whole world right up there he said. So close you could reach out and touch her if you climbed the high mountains and if you wanted you could jump up and she'd catch you and you could spend the day. Yer fibbin', said the older ones but I couldn't help but ask, where did she go? Well, she got tired one day and fell from the sky, he said and while she rested greedy people made a slave of her and made her carry them away never to be seen again. That's sad I said. Won't she ever come back? Not in my lifetime he said with a tear in his eye he quickly wiped away but I saw it. And since that night, that night of stories I've sat here watchin' , waitin' for her to return so I could say the old man missed her while she was gone and won't she please stay in case he should return.
Signs and Symbols& came rushing in.
“I’m so happy & excited & ecstatic &, &, &…”
“Yes, OK—don’t get yourself in a twist,” said [. “What’s going on?”
“My friend’s got us tickets to @’s concert tonight! @!” & gazed off into the distance. “He’s so dreamy…”
[ snorted. “He’s ancient. He hasn’t always been an email megastar—I can still remember him from when he was pricing petunias.”
“Oh, yeah.” & sighed and smiled. “I love his early typewriter stuff too: ‘Pansies @ 50p for 10. Ask to see a catalogue for further details…’”
“You really have got it bad,” said [.
& looked at the bracket. “You’re so square. What are you into then?”
“ *! Now that’s a real star.”
& seemed unimpressed. “&..?”
“And #.” [ looked at &. “I’m not completely
Up to no goodAll was quiet in the forest the morning sun rising above the horizon, the bird sang in the tree's, The vast mansion sat overlooking the peaceful forest. The beautiful building stood three stories high, the Gothic structure adding to it's beauty. The gargoyles stood on the dark roof, the high windows shining in the morning light. Vines climbed up the side of the mansion the leave slowly moving in the breeze, Lilith opened the double hardwood doors and crept inside
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Lilith giggled evilly, she'd just come back from the human realm causing some mischief there, 'ember won't catch me thi-' she was pulled from her thoughts as she bumped right in to someone, falling backwards she pouted and looked up, only to find ember staring down at her with his arm's crossed. “and where were you?” he asked her in his deep voice, lilith started sweating “what me? N-nothing just being innocent” she laughed and stood up, he eyed her again “innocent you?” he sc
DogstoyevskyI can recall with a ringing in my ears and cold needles to the back of my eyeballs the final words the man left me with this very soulless morning.
“I’ll be home soon, puppy. Be a good dog.”
Ha! Good. How plain…. how meaningless are your words! No! Don’t condescend to me you naked ape, you philistine, you utterly contrived creation of Caucasian cretins! And care not I when you be home! But…. please, and I quiver in this plea, return soon! aarf arrf! Damn me and my helpless yapping.
‘No one will come,’ I tell myself. Even the nosy neighbor woman who roams this insufferably suburban neighborhood like a specter with a Walkman, when she hears my canine cries for compassion, will merely remove her headphones and mutter something cruel like, “I wish they would shut that fool dog up!”
Shut me up! Shut me up and construct one thousand gates and I shall yap on! Let it be known! I will yap on!! Yap, yap, yap! It amuses me, old hag, to y
False AlarmThat eerie feeling when you're lying in bed after a 5'o'clock waking; the darkness is lit only by the street lights outside your window, and trepidation creeps up on the edges of your nerves. You've almost fallen back to sleep, and then three resounding beeps wrack your brain- you realize with absolute horror that the fire alarm has gone off in the middle of the night. That petrifying moment when a billion thoughts flash- you may lose everything, may be trapped, might even die, all in one gruesome second- and as you try to move, you find you're absolutely paralyzed with fear.
A minute passes, and it doesn't scream again.
Yanking up the covers and slamming your head back into the pillow, you sigh.
"Looks like the batteries on the fire alarm need to be changed."
The Cracks Are SurfacingMonday Night RAW
Des Moines, Iowa
The segment with Stephanie McMahon and the feuding Bella Twins was getting even more heated with the appearance of former Divas Champion AJ Lee, who was now in the ring and mentioning about how she should be the only number 1 contender since she never got her rematch with the WWE Divas Champion, the delusional Pamela Higgins as the jean shorts wearing brunette mentioned with a serious glare.
“If anyone deserves to face that crackpot Pamela Higgins it’s me because that cuckoo clock never gave me the chance to get back my Divas Championship from her, so let the Bella’s handle their little issue and leave the Divas title to me”
Stephanie just smirked condescendingly as if she was humouring AJ but before she could respond suddenly the theme of the Divas Champion Pamela Higgins hit the PA System, ‘Blood Of Chuchullian’ with the signature ’Kiss Ma’ Arse; I’m Irish’ intro as th
The Two Black Sheep Of A Messed Up Family
With a glare Tic looked through the window at the rest of his family that he hated as much as he knew they hated him, Tic was in a similar position to his bigger brother Alfredo, who was also a black sheep despite being the oldest compared to Tex, who got preferred treatment and even Leatherface, who was mentally retarded and couldn’t even form a sentence or even a word was treated better than both Tic and Alfredo.
“Stupid motherfuckers!” mentions Tic as the 19 year old mechanic in Alfredo’s gas station started to jerk his head in a nervous twitch, which was how he got his nickname that his family referred to him by as Tic ran a hand through his short and messy brown hair and adjusted his mechanics overalls as he and Alfredo were loading the chopped up bodies that Leatherface butchered into the back of the pick-up truck, the bodies were chopped up and placed in garbage bags as Tic slung the last garbage bag in the bed of the truck before walking around and slamm
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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