Stories in a box,
Spells in each sentence.
Heroes who need adventure,
Villains who need repentance.

Tales from long ago,
Myths from the past.
Trouble in far off future,
When computers rule is vast.

People who've never been,
Worlds you wish would happen.
So many tales to be told,
Your minds about to snappen.

We all know the word ship
Like when you pair these two people together
Now I've settled down with many ships
And some of them be fictional
While others involve existent people
I wish they stay together
But I know the harsh reality
But some of them really do
And that ship sails far away

If I'm wrong about God
I've wasted my own life

If you're wrong about God
You've wasted your whole eternity

Amen, Bless you, I love thee
You are the one who guides me
Whether you're fiction or non-fiction
You have given thy a direction

Their utopia is ignorant bliss

Emotionless society,

emotionless existence

the'll be no need, or wanting  variety

Ticking down time, till our slow demise

Give us a dose of reality

with a dose of nonsense

spiraling out into insanity

An odorless place of nothingness

Apathy is so extremely easy

Beauty surrounding everything filthy

Perfection is just an opinion

Contradiction or nonfiction

Fictional characters with friction addiction

Pain's constant. constant constriction

If I were you,
I would have spared a glance,
At that woman who,
If had the chance,
Would have shown the world what she could be,
Had she not been robbed of her dignity.

If I were you,
I would have noted,
How she was walking past the crowd,
Cold and unnoticed.

If I were you,
I would have thought,
Why she wouldn't smile
Even when the Sun was up?

If I were you,
I would have seen
How people were avoiding the dirt,
Thinking themselves to be squeaky clean.

If I were you,
I would have noticed
The longing in her eyes,
Dejected and melancholy.

And if I were you,
I would have gone to see
How it was only but her gaze that was with me.

She would have just smiled,
At my concerned eyes,
Because that's all she could do.

And if I were you,
I would have known,
Magic cannot be created by words alone.

And so I would have hugged her,
And watch her cry in joy.
Such wonders a little gesture such as this could do,
Who knew?

If only I were you...

I have spent my day watching series,
Trying to put my thoughts on mute
Focusing on anything but the reality,
What else can I do?

Dreaming the pain away,
Hoping that it will be a distant nightmare,
Staring at the screen, my thoughts are slowly drifting away,
Don’t press stop yet…

Men are mad dogs,
 women, finessed felines
we'd no sooner claw
    your eyes out
than admit you're right,
we'll undoubtedly,
without hesitation - -
use our feminine wiles,
to get our own way,
and you bloodhounds
   best get used to it
or no ***** for you
    tonight, or any given day

We've got the upper paw...MEow


And, if you're a bird dog
   well, that's a whole other story,
no telling what could happen

=^;^=

"The fireflies are out tonight" he remarked, plodding barefoot behind her. Dusk fell over the stoic faces of skyscrapers that lined the three blocks ahead of them. "First I've seen this season", she replied in a near whisper, moon-eyed and gazing at something over the space where the park was.

//stop//

Her ears emerged from beneath the water she'd grown accustomed to the temperature with her laps up and down, trying to wash away the earlier happenstances of the day. It was warm beneath the surface, but the breeze made her feel brittle.

//Stop//

"...or was it more of a situation entirely different?" the boy questioned. She stared blankly at his awaiting gaze. How long had she been under? she had no idea. She'd gotten lost in thought and, as usual forgotten to count her laps. It just figured. It was like her to drift off like that. She shrugged to herself and closed her eyes as she leaned back into the water, once again drowning out the dull sounds of obscure questions that dripped out of his mouth. She closed her eyes as she swung her legs up to the wall and exhaled as she pushed back and drifted once again to the other side of the pool.

//stop//

She was dripping wet and a man was escorting her to a new room. It smelled of grease and cigarettes. The lighting was bad.

//stop//

All dry now, except her hair. She was warmer though. She exited her current surroundings through the only door. There, to the left of the desk on the floor. She quickly skipped over and slipped them on.

//stop//

Her hair was almost completely dry and she couldn't stand still. He was cleaning in his boxers by the kitchen sink. She'd pulled up the rug in front of the makeshift TV computer screen and she danced in front of the window, happy he couldn't see.

//stop//

it's late. much later. she wanted to go upstairs but she was having a hard time trying to care. Maybe the girl she used to know would help her out with a little artificial sweetener to fight off the sleep. She could at least see.

STOP.


C.e.m. 6.11.15