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The laughable billy-club day plays heavy morbid sounds

But really you don't have to sing

••

Into the River of Pure Breath

Into the Surrealistic

Images of sanity that cannot die

---

IT'S ALL GOD AND ME AND YOU TOO IF YOU'D BE THERE



the root
The source

The reason for Man

••

Culture is but ****** actors in a ****** play but I'm sure you all know this intuitively

•••

(One Pure Breath

--- (ah YES!

The illusion is gone

The Satanic Magicians are gone)

••

(GEEZ LOUISE!)

•••

And what then appears!

(FER CHRIST SAKES WE DO!)



We do

And all is well

We do

Appear at last

We see it as its meant to be
 Dec 2013 Derek Yohn
Jessi S
Missing
 Dec 2013 Derek Yohn
Jessi S
I have to keep telling my self to stop trying to finish what was never started.
A piece of my insides has been tearing since we departed.
I still miss what we never had.
Ive been holding on to something non existent, nothing that
Existed.
You never shed a tear for me.
But every time that u ignored me for the sake of being solitary,
and then came back to what was left of a whole hearted manifestation of a being,
there was nothing but a shell, kneeling.
Praying to feel what she used to.
But u turned your cheek to all that is filling, nothing was good enough for you.
To even try, why would you?
Its hard to love an empty soul.
Especially when that emptiness is what you crave, and numb is your only goal.
 Dec 2013 Derek Yohn
Jedd Ong
A world of desolation
And romancing sewers:

Rotting animal carcass
Asymmetrical,
Compacted in art
Galleries
And praised for its realism,

Curators drawn to its
Intricate textures and
Cobblestoned streets—

They sprawl,
Like a cannibal's playground.

Twisted-
A street map
Spilling over

Like their stomachs.
In memoriam.
 Dec 2013 Derek Yohn
The Noose
I haven't really laughed since 2009
He said,
He then divulged his struggles
As I did mine
We spoke of the mutual regret about not keeping in touch
But with conflicting schedules, relocations and studies
It is comprehensible we veered in opposite directions and lost contact

My estranged bestfriend

We reminiscenced about the time when we were school kids
In stiff shirts, massive floppy hats
And giant blazers we practically drowned in
How eager we were to go home
When the siren went off at 3:05pm
The shanenigans at the pavilion
In sixth form
When we were the lords of the academy

A strong grip on my giant mug as if it were the holy grail
Stirring my something that ends with cinno
Huddled in the corner of a cozy eatery

In his company once again
it felt as though I had arrived home where fire burns incessantly in the fire place
On a winter's night
With a soft blanket over my shoulders

We laughed about my truancy
And how he got kicked out of the ruby team on account of his rather lanky physique
He imitated our biology teacher and tears flowed down my cheeks
That kind of laughter
You feel in your core
And your whole body shakes

So captivated by the various discussions
We both forgot to sip on our steaming beverages

He narrated a few short stories about the events
that have taken place since we last conversed
I in turn narrated mine or lack thereof
He emphatically tilted his head to the side
God, I had missed those gestures of his
It all came flooding back
His mannerisms
The way he moves his hands when he speaks  as if he is trying to literally hold the conversation

For what seemed like a lifetime Before saying goodbye
Dead-eyed
We stared into each other's eyes
Almost as if to telepathically say
Do you remember the time
When we were so alive.
This is rather tedious, pardon me.
Then, There were tears,
But they came too soon.
The problem is, we feel too much.

Let's find something to numb.
 Dec 2013 Derek Yohn
Jeremy Duff
It's been a few weeks.
And it'll be a few more,
before that lovely girl
comes knocking at my door.

I am a patient boy,
I'll wait and I'll wait and I'll wait
for you.

Rap ah tat tat,
and rap ah tat tat,
please tell me when
my baby will be back.

Tick ah tick tock
and tick ah tick tock,
I long for the day
when I don't dread the tick of a clock.
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