The numbers flew across the page as David tried to hold them down. His stubby fingers should have been perfectly suited to the task, but they kept flying through the air, faster and faster. Until nothing was left to the equation, but an x and a square root. X seemed to be more elusive everyday.
My inebriation prevents me from reflecting,
Upon the sacrifices my grandfather made,
When he took up arms against the enemy,
And was forced to kill a fellow human being,
And watched his best friend die,
And didn’t have time to cry.
I’ve sat comfortably in this bar,
Drinking up his freedom,
And never once realizing why,
I am the luckiest man alive.
The worth of a man
Is not decided in gold or silver
But through the efforts of his mind
Simon cast the book aside before he had begun.
This was not going to teach him how to conquer the world.
For that, he must look inside himself.
Gimp was a pawn in a greater game.
It didn’t matter that that game was checkers.
Gimp charged ahead slowly, one space at a time,
Bravely hurtling himself into a battle,
That wasn’t even his to begin with.
But that doesn’t matter.
He knew he could fight.
The cause was inconsequential.
Everyone in the town was excited to go to the masquerade ball thrown by the Arch Duke that they respected all so much. Sarah could cover up her scars, and have everyone see the true beauty that was on the inside, and Tommy knew he could unleash the wolf that dwelt within his breast. It was sure to be a night to remember.
What mask will you wear?
Will it be the same you wear on a day to day basis?
She made her love a competition,
For all the neighbourhood boys to fawn and fight over.
Billy brought her cherry blossoms,
which turned out to just be those poisonous cherries parents kept their kids from eating,
And Tucker brought her a stick,
and proceeded to throw rocks at her.
20 years later, she’s still going,
desperate for the rocks once again.
He flew through the water with an erotic description.
But that wasn’t actually important.
It was the feeling he felt,
not his outward appearance,
that made him dive in once more
and find himself in the abyss.
I was sucked down into the depths of the ocean,
Pulled through a combination of my own will
And nature’s bottomless love,
Who embraced me like the greatest lover I had ever known.
Truthfully, she was only the second,
But her love was never tainted,
But all encompassing,
As I breathed her in.
The euphoria of drawing an ace and a king
I looked down at my winnings,
Everything that should make me completed
From the brain I once used to call my own,
And knew that with this new found wealth
I could never buy my freedom.
His tank was empty.
Harold sat up groggily in bed,
and slowly stumbled down the stairs,
kept alive only by the smell of something brewing downstairs.
It was only after he drank his ‘elixir of life’ that he noticed the carnage around him.
She fingered scars across her back,
Sitting bolt upright in the nest
That had become her home all those years ago.
That one fateful night she had thought she would die,
Should never have received kindness from the giant who plucked her out of her self-centred world and taught her the true meaning of solitude and loneliness,
All she would have to do is jump,
The mountain was high,
But she lacked the courage,
And so lorded over her kingdom of isolation.
Things in Henry’s life had been slightly askew as of late.
The floor in his apartment had always been tilted,
That was evident enough by his desk chair always becoming an end table during the night,
And so he built his bed accordingly,
But this was something different,
Henry was happy,
And hadn’t felt this way in a long time.
The water crashed upon the sea shore,
Letting gravity simulate the passion,
That was once felt by the man
Basking in the sun.
It took a lifetime to be captured,
Eluding his captor until there was no where left to run,
But a moment to escape,
Into the stratosphere,
Where his mind could be free,
As long as he let gravity finish what he could not.
He woke up
After a long sleep,
And found himself covered in a sheet,
Which was covered by a layer of dust,
the only thing in the great hall.
Parson sat up slowly, looking a the billboards that surrounded him,
I don’t want to write about being progressive.
About accepting everyone around me,
Regardless of race,
Who cheers for the Broncos,
All people who have faced discrimination.
This shouldn’t come to my mind when I hear the word.
But it does.
And I’m ashamed of that fact.
We all talk about taking the plunge…
Screw baby steps,
Let’s jump together.
I could see the knife,
Cutting into what I used to call my flesh,
But now bore no more attachment than a child who has lost a balloon
Watching it drift in to the air
So it was that I let my mind go free,
Under her knife,
My body was useless,
And I found solace in despair.
With words, their passion unbound itself,
as they became tangled up in their lust
a knot of dialogue
swarming each other
or moths to a flame
destructive and insignificant.
And when their conversation was over,
There was nothing left in either of them,
but empty dust
and each calmly walked away.
growing up is stress crying; crying to cry; crying from the panic of sudden existential crises; alone-at-4-am crying, using eye drops to flush out the blood; weeks of waking from meaningless nightmares, crying over lovers you’ve never met; remembering singular moments in time without any certainty—and crying.
Consider the silliness inherent in certain opposites. It seems almost day to day to hear that man (or a woman) has sold himself short, but is a whale of another color to learn to learn that someone has sold themselves tall. It seems criminal somehow to learn someone could get away with such a thing, as though a great con had taken place, that height should have somehow been taken into consideration but for some reason it was not. We come to understand things as being the way they are and when they try to reveal themselves in a different light, try to tell you something important about themselves, it is all we can do to plug our ears quickly as possible and say, “No, no, not to me; to me that simply isn’t true.”