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Seasonal Stream of Consciousness PoemWow, Suleiman sure was an interesting guy
It's a shame the Ottoman Empire fell
Would have been neat if it was still around
I wonder if the Janissaries would have still existed if it was still around?
Oh, It's finally snowing outside
Hopefully it will stick
Doubt it will though
It always seems to heat up or the ground is already too wet and it melts the snow
Oh yeah, Christmas is in a few days
I should probably get presents for everyone soon
I have no idea what anyone wants though
I guess I'll have to text Aaron and Clint individually and ask what the other might want
I'll probably end up getting them games
Especially since they can usually afford everything they need
Mom will be tougher
Window-shopping may be my only option in that regard
She never talks about what she needs beyond help around the house
And then getting frustrated because she has too much on her plate
Maybe if she didn't start so many different projects at once then that wouldn't be an issue
Feh, I shouldn't get into t
State of AngerThis anger takes control without my consent
Taking the helm away from better judgment
Looking for those who choose lives of ignorance
While readying a harpoon of rage and disappointment
That will only lead to petty conflict
I try to rein it in
This monster of bitter feelings
But others simply goad it on
Thinking it nothing more than a joke
That leaves me with wounds and scars
It boils within me
Always ready to vent itself
Like boiler steam escaping the pipes
Scalding flesh to the bone
And revealing tender nerves
But it is no hulking behemoth
That pounds and roars with fury
But more of a chained-up beast
Seething its feelings of frustration
Rather than those of hate
Poetry of FictionSolfesol, great Solfesol!
If only you were here
Full in form and imbued with strength!
Yet fate has locked you away!
No, not fate, not truly
Men locked you away, the children of Gaea
Ignorant, wasteful, and numerous creatures
Fearful of judgment that has yet to come
They should be fearful, this much is true
But not of you! Not their protector! Not their noble patron!
They say you're too powerful, a monster to be
That is their justification for sealing you away!
I know the truth, however, and fear not to say it
They fear not you, but the sadness they cause you
The disappointment of a parent whose children have run astray
You always showed kindness, compassion, and wisdom
Showing the way to truth and great progress
But even as you steered men forward and ahead
They would destroy, abuse, regret, and learn little
Yet as they failed, you always showed pride
You taught, you forgave, and punished with fairness
Despite the flaws that others deemed damnable
This is what shames them most of all
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
That Which Has Not Yet BeenIt is such a splendid feeling when one forms an idea.
Even more so when they bring it to life.
They give it a soul, a body, a mind, a belief, a personality, a goal, a past, a present, and a future.
But then, when it is ready to be brought to life, it is vanquished due to events beyond its control.
It may yet live another day, but till then, it must sit and wait.
A story yet to be lived is right around the corner.
It will forge bonds of friendship, of hate, of respect, of contempt, and of family.
It will remember what was lost and lose what was remembered.
But new goals, new dreams, new allies shall be found.
The mind and body will change, but change is what it will seek.
Though it has yet to live a day, that day shall indeed be lived.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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