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joyce knee Jun 2014
When I was traversing in the alternate universe,
I couldn't stop sneezing.
I couldn't handle newness.
No benedryll for adrenaline.
The stars paved sidewalks
Into the deep depths of a frozen sea,
Straying salt crystals freely,
Caught by the laughing galaxies,
Who played marbles with dreams.
My hands began to twitch
Like piano ballads being spun in the air.
And I when became whole;
I existed, finally.
written 12/15/12
Becoming

Elegant

Around

Upholding

Trust.

­I
ndescribable

Fantasy

Undeniably

Lovely.




­Longing

Openness,

Virtuous

Excitement.
Ultracrepidarian Definition: Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.
Weariness Apr 2014
I walked upon and across the waters,
to a chapel on the stormy sea.

Inside there was an altar of gold,
and a peculiar effigy.

My eyes beheld it's white marble face,
my mind paid homage to it's maker.

And when I finally turned my gaze,
I spied the hermit undertaker.

I asked him: "Who's effigy is that?"
He pointed to the Greek word for God.

"He, the almighty?" I enquired,
the hermit gave me a deathly nod.

I turned from him to the statuette,
But what I saw surely couldn't be.

For as I peered with widened eyes,
I saw that the figure there was me.


© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.
Just to clarify, I haven't got a God complex (at least not all the time), though hopefully you as a reader can realise this upon examination of the title.

θεός is the Greek word used to represent God, just in case anybody was curious.


© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.
How I long to be
The sweater gripping your skin
A complimentary ocean blue
Harmonizing your swimming eyes

Hugging tightly to
Your sleepy bones
Sinking you when you leave shore

How I long to be your jeans
Clinging softly to you
Melding to your wet skin

A blue cotton night sky
Enveloping you
In the heat
Of my embrace
mars Mar 2014
to my mother who never cared

i.  Thank you for becoming the woman
    you promised that you would never
    become.
ii. I never got all my stuff back, and
    I'm starting to lose myself in the
    stuffed animals and photographs
iii. i don't need you
    i don't need you
    i don't need you
iv. dad still cries and so do i but
     it's alright you never loved
     either of us anyways.
v.  thanks for forgetting my birthday
     and Christmas
     and that you gave birth to me
vi. i don't need you
     i don't need you
     i don't need you


     I don't need you.

— The End —