Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2012 · 386
the Future
Blake Bumpus Jan 2012
Something grievous has come to his attention
in the middle of the night. He put his hands on
her head and
stopped time, it was the only thing he could think
of to stop the rest of the bad news from
obliterating him.

Moments went by
except that moments did
not exist anymore.
He waited and waited
slept for a bit, put a blanket
over the girl, even though she
does not feel a thing,
is not even aware of his hands
on her head.

He started to wonder if he
had stopped time,
of if time has simply moved on
without him.

After eons, he relented from exhaustion
and lifted his hands off her head,
and to his horror
nothing
happened.

He pushed against the walls, the air, the ceiling, anything to
get time moving again.
And still nothing.

He decided that his only chance to start time again
would be to do the moon’s job.
In the night off the coast of California
he dug his heels into the sand,
the cars and the people and the waves and the lights
static.

In a motion he pushed and pulled
Pulled and pushed
And slowly the waves, the ocean
started to move again.

All too quickly, it was day light, years has passed
He came into a world
much different than before.
Inspired heavily by the movie of the same name.
Jan 2012 · 472
Again
Blake Bumpus Jan 2012
So here we are again
past midnight, I am pacing
up and down the streets of
my new neighborhood,
in the rain,
going nowhere and feeling
too much.
At first I blamed the coffee
but a week without it, and I’m
doing the same thing.
Wide awake for no *******
reason.
I obviously have to dig
deeper.

— The End —