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One day everything was white for a few seconds again, but not because of some bombs or some sort of global phenomenon. This time it was because I woke up and got up from my bed so fast that I started to feel a little dizzy.
“This is odd,” I said.
My brain had some parts that were 3D printed. The inks used to print these implants consisted of real brain fiber and tissue as well as other synthetic brain materials. I guess the cells started to grow along with my old brain and at the time I did not realize whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. I almost forgot what it felt like to be dizzy.
Once I started seeing normal colors again I took a few steps and accidentally stepped on my phone. I probably dropped it when I got home the night before. I looked down and saw that my screen cracked and I picked it up and tried to turn it on but it was dead.
I stumbled out of my room and opened the door as I made my way to the bathroom so I could wash the blood off from my face. I opened the faucet and left the water running. As I watched the reflection of the water in the mirror, it suddenly stopped. I glimpsed down and checked to see if the water was still on and it was. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. My reflection started doing something else in the distance. I didn’t freak out because my body suit was in invisibility mode.
It felt as if someone was looking at me even in my room.
I thought, “There is a mirror in my room too.”
I keep a long vertical mirror in my room that I write on with a dry-erase marker that I use as a to-do list. I had heard about a villain who called himself The Mirror and he was on a list of villains that need to get researched. I did the research. He existed in a world where everything was opposite just how a mirror projects a view that mimics reality. Many people of the Mirror World could try to make eye contact and hypnotize people of the real world and ask them to do anything. When they do this it appears as if their own image talks to them as their own conscious. Often times people of the mirror world stayed away from them. Mirror people can only be seen through mirror reflections, but also can only escape through mirrors if they break in reality. Mirrors in that world function the same way but they do not break.
I was going to meet an older but younger version of me. This guy did not fully undergo the process that enabled him to become immortal and gave him full control of his superpowers. During this time, he was still getting dreams of the future. He was dreaming about his encounter with Hotbox. There was law that stated that all entities within the timelines had to register as individuals to the authorities. This meant that they required a different name. This old, other me named himself Phyro. He blasted rings of fire to his opponents and trapped them in a scorching fire and could also shoot fireballs the size of gumballs that were about 500 times the temperature of the Sun. The fire expanded through the body so quickly and turned his opponents to ashes in a matter of seconds.
In order to go meet with Phyro, I had to get a hold of The Navigator but that was nearly impossible. He was put to sleep and kept in high security prison. It was the same year of the War in 2095, the day the bombs were dropped but in that timeline, people were prepared for the tragic happenings. The Navigator was being used to help the Enemies of the Colony. They used him for his memories and endless banks of stored information. He had unlimited amounts of memory space as one of his tasks was to keep track of everything and everyone.
I planned on meeting with his inventor and creator, the one who invented the time machine. That’s basically what The Navigator was. A time machine. The Navigator had the ability to think and feel just like humans.
On my way out to meet with the The Inventor, I opened my front door and there I was. But in reality that wasn’t me. It was an old friend I made during war named Pseudo. He has the ability to shape shift to anyone they have met. Pseudo was pretending to be me. And that’s how I knew it wasn’t me because no one had travelled trough time in almost 500 years. That’s how long the Navigator has been shutdown.
Suddenly there was an earthquake. Shudder was the one probably causing this. Most cities in this time were floating and therefore, earthquakes were not real. Shudder had the ability to shake things around at an incredible force within a certain radius.
That sudden quake caused all the mirrors in my house to fall and break. Thousands of Mirror people escaped from the broken mirrors. And there I was all alone surrounded by Pseudo, Shudder, and The Mirror along with an army of Mirror people.
the nights i sacrifice to stay up and make art
i think
is sleeping really better than being awake?
being aware
sleep is like death
i get it
i almost feel deaf
there so much stillness and quietness
not quite silence
but i can feel the world spinning
i can feel my head spinning
like a merry go round im spinning
being awake
i can focus on myself
reflect on what has been done
and
what needs to be done
i have a lot of time
and
less than 5 dollars on my bank account
label me broke
but
i spent years trying to fix myself
it's not fair
unfair is the society that expects so much from babies
i'm still a baby
like a baby
i eat, sleep and ****
being awake
i become conscious
my bones feel tired
my flesh is slowly dying
my mind feels tired
my brains are slowly dying
my soul?
IT is
my soul IS
my soul WAS
and
my soul will BE
we are like water
we freeze
we melt And we flow
but most importantly we ascend
we evaporate
my soul is never tired
when I'm asleep I want to escape
have an out of body experience perhaps
this body is beautiful but weak
almost perfect
i speak for those who have not yet awaken
come see the light
it might blind but they say love is blind
unwind, rewind
i spend nights like this to work on myself
i have yet to find myself
i have yet to love myself
i tried my best
i tied my bets
i've lost secrets
i've broken promises
we all praise our successes
but
how many of us keep track of our mistakes?
i failed so many times
and
got up again
everyday the sun rises
and no one told him to get up
the sun has no alarm clocks
i'm trying to find the building blocks
and
hope they are made from familiar material
so i can break them down
before break of dawn
but
before i break down
before my tear lands the ground
i wipe them down
you can watch my eyes sparkle instead
like white snow, they sparkle
like each snowflake
so unique
i plan to paint a picture so vivid
before i go to sleep
before i close my eyes and rest my hands
hear me out,
if you're reading this
i love you with all my that I am
we met for a reason
if you were my friend at some point thank you
if you are my friend now still thank you
and if you need a friend
come to me
you are welcome
4 am thoughts
  Mar 2016 Write you a picture
Shyne AM
We play with each other like kids in second grade
So careless, never afraid
We sleep during the day
Stay awake at night

I curl my body into yours
Like a baby in it’s mother’s womb
Like a flower that is about to bloom
Like a baby caterpillar in its shell
So protected, guarded and secured
All my illness you have cured

I have yet to be a butterfly
Soar and fly high

I feel like I’m two
Years will fly by like seconds
And each second
An eternity with you

We take naps together
So innocent like a white feather
Your love gives me strength
It calms me down and gives me faith
Like the sunlight on a cold day
I’d always say
That I don’t believe you when you say you’re gonna stay

Im hot and I'm cold
You're hot and I'm old
Don’t believe what's told
Don’t speak just hold

You give me chills
Just hold stay still
If we were to chill
I'd miss you still

Im here to stay did you forget?
I guess you're stuck with what you get
You don’t believe me?
Lets make a bet
I learned to fly
Ill teach you steps
Soar through the sky
Land in Tibet

We’re not there yet
But we wont be late
What a match like faith and fate
It sparks a fire with love and hate

I hate you but I love you
Can’t see a world without you babe
I haven’t seen you since yesterday
We’ll be here tomorrow, lets just wait
The first time my love and I wrote a poem together.
i hope you remember me when that someone stares into your eyes
and
when you sit down and there's and empty seat next to you
i hope that you wish i was next to you
but it will be too late

every morning when you make coffee or tea
i hope that as you bring your cup close to your face
you are reminded of the warmth of my embrace
your heart will never beat at the same pace
when you are reminded of me

i hope i still cross your mind like a shooting star
i get lost in the black skies covering your black eyes
your love left me a black eye and i was blinded by the white lies
you said lets take our time and you knew that time flies
you were the closest i've ever been to someone and now you are so far

i was a happy dog
every i love you translated into a bark
you were nothing but shine to me but now you're so dark
i hope you think of me when you're holding hands with him at the park
i dream of you but i choose not to look for you through the fog
old poem
the moment i feel out of place
i hope that in the next life i become a tree
where i keep my ground and no longer roam free
i float in space
i soak in lakes
i soar the states
lets face it, im the greatest
always on time, and im still the latest
oh
my emotions drive me crazy
i touch my face
i feel so alive
but
my senses make me feel dead
i don't want to feel anymore
i wanna be numb
like standing naked in the coldest day of Winter
and still
Summer's high and at an all time low
i was

it seems that everyday you are closer to your end
never boastful
yet
you agree that your end is the end of someone else's world

a friend that sailed away
out of your grip
like a ship
you watch it take off until it finally disappears

out of sight
out of light
the blind does not await to close the blinds
and
as this world gets darker
i don't want to see anymore
this world is full of evil
the worst of all is the bigger ego
full of hatred
blood is shed
as if they love to see the color red

what is life?
what is that i hear?

songs of birds singing to
He who commands the Sun to rise
they know the end is here

have we forgotten to give thanks every time we wake up?
have we been sleeping the whole time?
and those who don't wake up,
will be sleeping the whole time?

the closest thing we have to death is sleep
we get a taste of blissful peace
a piece of love
our heart can taste

our mind awake
our life at stake

what is that i smell?
Sunrays
flowers that bloom in June
and
all summer long
and point to the Sun
now
the Sun points at me
and i can smell my skin burn from the sunrays
all summer long

oh
what sad song we begin to make

our ears can hear
different tongues that we don't speak
like different songs from a bird's peak
our tongue can speak
our tongue can taste
a bird knows there's no time to waste
a worm dies hanging from a bird's peak
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