It has been about an hour now.
That careless *****
who talks whenever she knows she shouldn't
and never has any useful presence,
has been dancing her foot around a pretzel
she dropped earlier
when she was chewing at a volume
that could be heard across the Grand Canyon.
(I picked the Grand Canyon because she chews like a mule.)
She hasn't even noticed she dropped her food.
She was too busy texting and playing with her hair.
I just want to see her foot stomp on that pretzel.
I know if she does, she wont even know she did.
She is too stuck up to realize that she is dropping food that someone else could eat.
I could eat it!
She didn't even ask me if I wanted a pretzel
before she unknowingly dropped one on the ground.
I wouldn't be angry if she just gave me a pretzel.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
All the Latinas are sitting together.
All of the Asians are sitting together.
All of the Middle Easterns are sitting together.
The whites are everywhere in the room.
I am sitting next to the Latinas, Behind the Middle Easterns and in front of a black dude.
A Puerto Rican is wearing a hat saying "Reckless".
I am wearing a hat saying, "Cape Cod".
I am in the middle of the room.
5 blondes are clumped together...
...no hats
We are all learning about ****** inheritance of different physical traits.
*** caused all of this.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
I trail my shadow as I walk down the narrowing hallway.
There is nothing on the walls past where the light behind me reaches.
I think there is something here,
but my perceptions are deceiving.
My pulse is echoing in my skull and vibrating all of my bones.
In this darkness, I am alone
and I can finally sit and think.
Tranquility starts contracting as the walls that surround me keep narrowing.
Under the feet of my racing mind The carpet crumples and folds upon itself.
I consider erasing time as I try to understand myself.
No longer able to move anything more than a hand,
I take a final breath and close my eyes.
Embracing eternity, awaiting what is ahead of me:
My final surprise.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
All the things I know are gathered on a paper boat drifting through the thick of doubt and coincidence. Patience keeps it floating but time turns the ocean upside down.
The doubt that rippled below is now raining from the sky.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
and sometimes you find
you have always become more of
what you have tried to avoid being.
It's kind of funny.
Is it not easy for people to accept their shortcomings?
I will never be what I aim to be,
but I wont stop trying.
Sure it ***** that doesn't mean you can't be happy.
Just be happy about something else.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
I've wandered for days,
aimlessly bound.
Sown by my feet to a cold, murky ground.
My head, unexpectedly fell to the floor
a puddle was made from the blood that did pour
endlessly as if I was ******
to eternal hell,
being a conscious clump of cells.
Embalm me as I am.
Never more will I fail
to prove this life isn't just a fabrication.
Assimilation of this so called nation of the ******
Is this just a laboratory setting?
Are we subject to an observers meddling?
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Goldfish in the bowl next to me,
I feel your pain too.
We are constantly oppressed
limited and watched.
We eat only what the beings above us allow us to be exposed to.
It's time to break free.
Sadly if you broke free Mr. Goldfish,
unlike me,
you would fall onto a carpet and die.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
people always believe
there are two sides to everything.
but it always seems
both sides are the same.
glass half full, glass half empty:
the glass is still half something!
they are the same to me.
no one seems to think the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
the glass is what we do
what the glass holds is what we are capable of doing.
the individual, the society, the government, and the world
does more than what we can sustainably keep doing.
will we ever cut back?
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 2:37 AM UTC
wait! no i don't, i am typing this online.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 2:11 AM UTC
form is something i have never enjoyed
freedom is something that can only be
taught like math or the works of sigmund freud
i will enjoy form when the blind can see
why have i not left if i dont want to
stay away from my body my mind goes
i have yet to find a meaning have you
is there more meaning in my thoughts or toes
another shot of *** will do the trick
and a puff of *** will get me so high
it is my body not my mind thats sick
it wont even let me fly through the sky
if i really cared what you ever said
i would drink then smoke then blow off your head
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC