Stranger things have happened
The splitting of an atom led to all the Eves and Adams
We just keep climbing up this ladder
What happens when we reach the top of it
Does it matter?
Still, stranger things have happened
I hung myself with string theory gripped in madness
And visited the vast void dripped in blackness
Crippled past tense reminds us of what was
And how inevitable it is that everything gets crushed and
Deboned with time
My skeleton remains hesitant at 11:59
Still even stranger things have happened
I woke up as a lab rat with a hazmat and a gasmask
Phantom of the operating theater with the seats packed
Breathing in sterile air trying to feel the breeze
Strap my self into a gurney
To perform out of body surgery
I said I'd never turn the other cheek but
Stranger things have happened

She opened her legs to the Truth
And it engulfed her like a phantom,
Every aspect of her being
With the flame
Of passion.
Truth was not the sort of romantic lover
She had dreamed of,
But It was still preferable
To the Impotent Specter
Of Deceit.

Last week, I saw a Mexican Movie called "The Untamed" at the Denver Film Society, and I finally have a better idea of what the real meaning of this Erotic Film actually was
Mims 4d

I know there's two of me,
Party goer, makeup wearing, perfect smile, in all the right places.
On brand,
On fad,
But that's only part of me.

The other half is angry,
And anxious,
And obsessive.
She's rude and bitter,
And annoying,
And dark,
And keeps herself apart,
From everyone else.

But then again that's not true,
There's more of me then two,
The side with the star wars t shirts,
And the messy buns,
And the stupid puns,
And the half awake grin,
And the strange ideas,
There's more then one side of me,
Although for some its not easy to see,

But all you have to do,
Is get to know me.

Can't be one without the other

Their strange screens sounding loudly.
With electric magic imbued.
There's a mirroring all around me.
In bordered boxes and ceilinged cubes.
We're absurd, and all advanced.
An emergence carefully compiled.
Bend in a delightful, blurred dance.
Blend into the social wild.
Life is pretty, plain and plenty.
On this nonredundant sphere.  
Even so, it's essentially empty.
An assortment of souvenirs.

Through veined paths, my blood abides.
And a beating heart repeats.
A life that comes from inside.  
A bloodful sack of meat.
The ghost in the flesh machine.
Proves a life in my pale past.
In the strange nostalgic obscene.
When I was a lesser, younger cast
There is life still to come.
Between now and the coffin.
I should sprinkle it with fun.
I should carpe this diem often.

I woke up

something strange
under my skin

Deep in the core
moving around

Could not tell
what it was

Like it did not
know its purpose

Wondering around

Looking for
a purpose
or meaning


Vèj Aug 10

It's blur,
i can barely see, their faces, the light
her voice is disappearing slowly,
now my eyes are closed, only facing myself, which made me feel lonely,
i felt like puking the whole world, but this is how the whole world made me, if i did puke, i wont be who i am today, i saw myself walking, thinking about how painful death is.
"Wejdan, Can you hear us?" nurses said.
I woke up to my mom's voice, instead.

This is what happened to me when i passed out.
Joseph Aug 6

i heard a sound once and went into a

dream went to another place somewhere

else. the road was grey and purple and

twisted magnificently over flush green hills

covered in swaying gently waving grass. the sky

glowed orange and a sliver moon slunk

like an injured creature crawling over the

horizon and stars poured their lights onto the

street. the houses were rustic and white and their

windows glowed and flickered and blue-hued

roofs that peak out from between the dips

in the landscape glimmer softly in the light.

the air smells sweet and deep and carries the fragrance

of spice and pepper and of cedar the

breeze is warm and welcome and

it,s familiar. you are glad to be back.

have you returned to that familiar place?
for Whitney, may she rest in peace.
Mims Jul 28

Ha, haha, ha, HA!

I'm not that funny I know

(I'm gonna hold his gaze for a minute to let him know yes, I just went there)

I'm not well thought out,
Or clever,

And you like to remind me I'm basic,


Is that not a little strange? No?
Oh ya okay,

I mean I am special in many ways... But uh.. None of them useful

As you like to remind me
Emma Faith Jul 29

oh how i wished the sun would stop shining for
but the darkness never came
every day grew to be the same
like playing a game
of chess, of cards
go fish, but dont swim too far

id start a new religion if i could
insane, unimaginable
people dont pray anymore
i dont know why they should
you dont need a god
to tell you to behave

its a ludicrous lust for love
if you ask me
a meaningless mingling of lost souls
who wish for nothing more
than a star to call their own

a rambling of unintelligible thoughts.
Arlene Corwin Jul 29

Very, Very & Fantastic

She struggles with each verb and noun,
Adjective, conjunction, article and even
All to better brain:
The art parts, smart parts,
A la carte parts.

There are leaders:
Chairmen of the boards who stay
Long adolescent in some way.
Ambitious, never swaying
From their standpoints, outlooks and perspective.  Oy!
A very, very Oy yoy yoy!

“I am best!  Don’t mess with me,
Don’t carp or bleat.
My words unquestionably
And those who choose to disagree…
Are rendered useless usefully.
My deeds, and all I nominate
Are very, very, very great!
I live on very un-elastic,
Very, very and fantastic!

Very, Very & Fantastic 7.29.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

These are strange times.
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