My mind is for rent.
Neurons shake in their picket-fenced spaces
tugging at my spinal cord.
The gray matter crumbles into comet dust
foreclosures pull businesses off the streets.
The lights go off.
I live a comatose apocalypse.
Conor
oh the coma. the word in which we tsdfafgwe there is no reasion to the amount of time we have in the city by god where is my hat the time is flying by at quite the rate isn’t it the phone booth could hold all of us if the wind weren’t so damn cold. there couldn’t be a figure large enough to tell me what your going through, my god must that be tough. i have but one thing to say to you, and it is this, if you want out you have to =rune out. the only way is to break down the goddamn door if you want me to see this through, then you have to promise that this is what you really want. back out now if otherwise, i have plenty other of little girls inn search of a way out.maybe you are scared of the disillusioned world,. maybe it was the one you were living in. you cant tell me how god damn strange it all is. the thinking and doing at two times in slow motion i think before i type what a god damn disgrace. if i could just just just fucking make waves. make waves make waves. the way we want it to look is here, there is a screen in my mind now, i can see it/ why don’t i bring it out more often, said the bear to the man/ because it’s a damn lot to carry that’s why/ if you knew how hard this was on my knees then you got a another thing coming, those damn cats all over the place.
coma is when you are alive, but not really alive beucause you are not living, just existing there with the core of you. eventutally you return, but that time fram is unknown. coma is a waiting game or its not. maybe there is no return, only time can tell.
tiffany
oh the coma. the word in which we tsdfafgwe there is no reasion to the amount of time we have in the city by god where is my hat the time is flying by at quite the rate isn’t it the phone booth could hold all of us if the wind weren’t so damn cold. there couldm’t be a figure large enough to tell me what your going through, my god amust that be tough. i have but one thing to say to you, and it is this, if you want out you have to =rune out. the only way is to break down the goddamn door if you want me to see this through, then you have to promise that this is what you really want. back out now if otherwise, i have plenty other of little girls inn search of a way out.maybe you are scared of the disillusioned world,. maybe it was the one you were living in. you cant tell me how god damn strrange it all is. the thinking and doing at two times in slowmotion i think before i type what a god damn disgrace. if i could just just just ucking maker waves. make waves makeaves. the way we want it to look is here, there is a screen in my mind now, i can see it/ why don’t i bring it out more often, said the bear to the man/ because ita’s a damn lot to carry that’s wehy/ if you knew how hard this was on my knees then you got a nother thing coming, those damn cats all over the place.
Daniel Damian
It is passing out, it is what you can’t see or hear, it is what your friends endure carrying you to the emergency room and patiently waiting for you to wake up. Most of all it is the fear they feel when they see your eyelids closed and wonder if you will ever open them again.
Tess
Sense of being in which the brain appears inactive but truth says it receives but does not respond. The only state in which a body can heal with focus on the needs within rather than external situations. A deep state of sleep with self preservation central to the areas in need of care. Total submission as a result of trauma and need of healing! Shared consciousness and commitment to recovery for the survival of the organization. A place where busyness is removed and business of growth takes center stage through consist and whole dimension energy.
LUanne
I’m still drowning
in these warm waves of emotion;
deepest than life and death,
lightest than clouds in a blue sky.
I do not want to emerge from my sorrow;
not at all, not for now.
I have to pick up all the fallen splinters
of days and thoughts,
I have to re-collect my own existence.
It was like being in a walking coma. No desire for anything. No desire to spend time with friends. Sleep wasn’t desired, but it was better than everything else. That’s what they don’t tell you, how draining it is to even be awake.
She went through her days as one who was in a waking coma. In avoiding pain, she cut herself off from pleasure as well. It never would have even occurred to her to ask whether this was an equitable exchange.
I sat still, wondering when he would wake up. I needed him. I loved him. He needed to wake up so I could smell his sweet rose cologne and wrap myself in his beautiful place of wonder. That’s why he needed to wake up. So he could save me.
Jasmine Moore
Adjusting to life after a coma was something Ana never expected having to do. She didn’t expect to have to reintroduce herself to her nieces, now a year and a half older. She didn’t expect having to get a new job because she was ‘no longer suited’ for the one she’d had. She didn’t expect to find her then fiance married to someone else, with a baby on the way, no less.
Honestly, she didn’t expect a lot of things.
That was the thing about accidents; they always surprise you.
Load “*”,8,1. Come on! Why isn’t it working! I just woke up from a coma and I can’t get these new fangled computers to work. I just want a list of pirated games to show up so I can play that android game that I loved so much but could never figure out. I think at this point I am smarter even though the coma may have damaged some stuff up there. Oh well, I’ll just listen to some Phil Collins and try it later.
She chose to lay in a bed of leaves and let the snakes of old souls slither over her body, taking away scars from the past. She lay in a coma from which she wished she’d never have to wake.
Annette
“how long have i been out?” my voice is raspy and i try not to talk too much for fear of breaking my cracked lips. autumn puts a hand on mine, her fingers are cool to the touch. her face is pale making the gray bags under her eyes look darker. “it’s been five months.”
i want to shake my head but all i can manage is “you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”
“you tend to lose yourself when your sister is in a coma,” she smiles but i can see the pain behind her eyes. i feel a small stab in my chest at her calling me her sister. it was selfish of me go into that building alone.
Alibay
It was devastating. But he wouldn’t take his coma as that. Even as most people would have seen it as a complete fatality. He decided to continue living. Perhaps with an even greater understanding than before he died.
Juana Guzman
he died in a coma i dont know why his beautiful eyes couldnt stand the light/ i loved him ye, i still love him still, but i lost him to a god damn coma
why didnt he stay
he said he would
he said he wont leave
but he left like a flu
i wont cry no more
i wont fight no more
i lost my love
to a god damn coma
Julia Dormon
coma dead to the world outside, but mind moving inside. Pulling ,, trying to get back, deciding whether or not to wake up in this world or another. Body trying to heal, restore equilibrium
Jaclyn Orozco-Domoe
It was like a self imposed coma, the whole hulabaloo. Completely clueless, they went on buying all those plastic toys, too much food they didn’t even like, and ridiculous pyjamas for the ones they couldn’t come up with anything else. They were all there like empty shells acting on a scene, and their image was reflected in all the other windows of the neighbourhood.
My mind is for rent.
Neurons shake in their picket-fenced spaces
tugging at my spinal cord.
The gray matter crumbles into comet dust
foreclosures pull businesses off the streets.
The lights go off.
I live a comatose apocalypse.
oh the coma. the word in which we tsdfafgwe there is no reasion to the amount of time we have in the city by god where is my hat the time is flying by at quite the rate isn’t it the phone booth could hold all of us if the wind weren’t so damn cold. there couldn’t be a figure large enough to tell me what your going through, my god must that be tough. i have but one thing to say to you, and it is this, if you want out you have to =rune out. the only way is to break down the goddamn door if you want me to see this through, then you have to promise that this is what you really want. back out now if otherwise, i have plenty other of little girls inn search of a way out.maybe you are scared of the disillusioned world,. maybe it was the one you were living in. you cant tell me how god damn strange it all is. the thinking and doing at two times in slow motion i think before i type what a god damn disgrace. if i could just just just fucking make waves. make waves make waves. the way we want it to look is here, there is a screen in my mind now, i can see it/ why don’t i bring it out more often, said the bear to the man/ because it’s a damn lot to carry that’s why/ if you knew how hard this was on my knees then you got a another thing coming, those damn cats all over the place.
coma is when you are alive, but not really alive beucause you are not living, just existing there with the core of you. eventutally you return, but that time fram is unknown. coma is a waiting game or its not. maybe there is no return, only time can tell.
oh the coma. the word in which we tsdfafgwe there is no reasion to the amount of time we have in the city by god where is my hat the time is flying by at quite the rate isn’t it the phone booth could hold all of us if the wind weren’t so damn cold. there couldm’t be a figure large enough to tell me what your going through, my god amust that be tough. i have but one thing to say to you, and it is this, if you want out you have to =rune out. the only way is to break down the goddamn door if you want me to see this through, then you have to promise that this is what you really want. back out now if otherwise, i have plenty other of little girls inn search of a way out.maybe you are scared of the disillusioned world,. maybe it was the one you were living in. you cant tell me how god damn strrange it all is. the thinking and doing at two times in slowmotion i think before i type what a god damn disgrace. if i could just just just ucking maker waves. make waves makeaves. the way we want it to look is here, there is a screen in my mind now, i can see it/ why don’t i bring it out more often, said the bear to the man/ because ita’s a damn lot to carry that’s wehy/ if you knew how hard this was on my knees then you got a nother thing coming, those damn cats all over the place.
It is passing out, it is what you can’t see or hear, it is what your friends endure carrying you to the emergency room and patiently waiting for you to wake up. Most of all it is the fear they feel when they see your eyelids closed and wonder if you will ever open them again.
Sense of being in which the brain appears inactive but truth says it receives but does not respond. The only state in which a body can heal with focus on the needs within rather than external situations. A deep state of sleep with self preservation central to the areas in need of care. Total submission as a result of trauma and need of healing! Shared consciousness and commitment to recovery for the survival of the organization. A place where busyness is removed and business of growth takes center stage through consist and whole dimension energy.
I’m still drowning
in these warm waves of emotion;
deepest than life and death,
lightest than clouds in a blue sky.
I do not want to emerge from my sorrow;
not at all, not for now.
I have to pick up all the fallen splinters
of days and thoughts,
I have to re-collect my own existence.
It was like being in a walking coma. No desire for anything. No desire to spend time with friends. Sleep wasn’t desired, but it was better than everything else. That’s what they don’t tell you, how draining it is to even be awake.
She went through her days as one who was in a waking coma. In avoiding pain, she cut herself off from pleasure as well. It never would have even occurred to her to ask whether this was an equitable exchange.
I sat still, wondering when he would wake up. I needed him. I loved him. He needed to wake up so I could smell his sweet rose cologne and wrap myself in his beautiful place of wonder. That’s why he needed to wake up. So he could save me.
Adjusting to life after a coma was something Ana never expected having to do. She didn’t expect to have to reintroduce herself to her nieces, now a year and a half older. She didn’t expect having to get a new job because she was ‘no longer suited’ for the one she’d had. She didn’t expect to find her then fiance married to someone else, with a baby on the way, no less.
Honestly, she didn’t expect a lot of things.
That was the thing about accidents; they always surprise you.
Load “*”,8,1. Come on! Why isn’t it working! I just woke up from a coma and I can’t get these new fangled computers to work. I just want a list of pirated games to show up so I can play that android game that I loved so much but could never figure out. I think at this point I am smarter even though the coma may have damaged some stuff up there. Oh well, I’ll just listen to some Phil Collins and try it later.
She chose to lay in a bed of leaves and let the snakes of old souls slither over her body, taking away scars from the past. She lay in a coma from which she wished she’d never have to wake.
“how long have i been out?” my voice is raspy and i try not to talk too much for fear of breaking my cracked lips. autumn puts a hand on mine, her fingers are cool to the touch. her face is pale making the gray bags under her eyes look darker. “it’s been five months.”
i want to shake my head but all i can manage is “you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”
“you tend to lose yourself when your sister is in a coma,” she smiles but i can see the pain behind her eyes. i feel a small stab in my chest at her calling me her sister. it was selfish of me go into that building alone.
It was devastating. But he wouldn’t take his coma as that. Even as most people would have seen it as a complete fatality. He decided to continue living. Perhaps with an even greater understanding than before he died.
he died in a coma i dont know why his beautiful eyes couldnt stand the light/ i loved him ye, i still love him still, but i lost him to a god damn coma
why didnt he stay
he said he would
he said he wont leave
but he left like a flu
i wont cry no more
i wont fight no more
i lost my love
to a god damn coma
coma dead to the world outside, but mind moving inside. Pulling ,, trying to get back, deciding whether or not to wake up in this world or another. Body trying to heal, restore equilibrium
It was like a self imposed coma, the whole hulabaloo. Completely clueless, they went on buying all those plastic toys, too much food they didn’t even like, and ridiculous pyjamas for the ones they couldn’t come up with anything else. They were all there like empty shells acting on a scene, and their image was reflected in all the other windows of the neighbourhood.