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Autumn Leaves

2011-09-07T21:54:00.001-07:00

As I sit, eyes fixated on the lazily swaying purple leaves, transformed by an overly-eager autumn, I try desperately to not think.
I, the thinker grown tired of thinking, reflection of the lover, grown tired of loving, wish to simply watch the leaves in peace.
Take me far away, to a land where the remedy for my disease is more than just theory.

Free me from a world turning faster than I can possibly catch up with.

Imagination

2011-09-07T21:11:00.000-07:00

Although the eyes may seem to shine,

their desperation can not be tamed.

It is not until the eyes advert

that the truth is allowed to speak.

Distraction is an optical attack on the mind.

Because gravitation is an intangible act

that can not be deterred by reality.

While imagination knows not of fact,

Love knows not of reason.

Love is the complete trust

of a leap into fiction

and abandonment of the past.

It is the indication

that one has forgotten all they learned,

but remembered all they know.

Collaborative Rhymes

2011-09-07T21:10:00.000-07:00

Late night I go to parties

Bring fright and make expired bodies

Load shotties with deer slugs

Representing lost loves

I wear latex gloves

In case the blood floods

Mud

Mixed with dead doves and fecal matter

Run to the club so I can kill faster

Disaster

Serial killin’ master

Use my blaster to break brains

David Koresh handed me the reigns

I bring pain in God’s name

Find fame in as negative way

Little kid playin’ on the highway

First thought was I could never stay

So I slay, stay up and pray

For young women, time to come and play
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And I’ll fight back as you rape and pillage

You’ll curse the day you ever set foot in my village

With flames from the sky you tried to burn me alive

Crazed from the pain, I’m too insane to die

Don’t even try, for I am the God of the Sky

The moon in my left eye and the sun in my right

Incomprehensible might

Pop-Pop-Bang! I sting like a bee

A slug in your chest before your brain knew you saw me

And as you bleed, remember for the sake of propriety

Killing you was needed to advance our society

All your life you didn’t even know was peace was

You couldn’t hide in a building that was falling to pieces

In a timeless shatter, like the heartbeats of children

Dropping like bombs thrown over the oceans

Exploding, causing each tide to turn

Because reality is only what you have chosen to learn

Happiness

2011-09-07T21:08:00.001-07:00

Sitting alone looking at pictures of you

At one a.m.

Those pale blue eyes can’t help but scream

Insanity

Pierce my mind

Whisper quite softly

Hold me trapped with what must be

Impossibility

These dreams of you

Can’t be true

I can not even consider

Happy

War in my head

Provoke screams from my heart

Unmistakably

6-30-11

2011-07-01T01:38:00.001-07:00

From the moment we arrived, I felt I was trapped. Those around me felt it too. We needed to find a way out. We walked many miles and many hours in search of something that could bring us back. It felt urgent that we go back that day. We were walking though a crowded market place for a spell book that could teach us how to get home. I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. It was my dad. I had no idea how he had gotten there. We followed him back to is little house and asked him if he had a spell book. He said he did. I could see a thick spell book on his desk. Instead of giving that to me, he hands me a goldenrod piece of paper with some writing on it in pen. There were many days and months in different boxes on the page but I finally found the one that said June 30. It seemed like a complicated spell and I was no magician.

“How do I get home?” I asked him.

“It’s easy really,” he said smirking at me.

“Oh I get it,” I said realizing that the paper was just symbolic. All I had to do was realize that I was in control the entire time. I just had to know it was a dream.

6/19/11

2011-06-23T21:48:00.001-07:00

She sat on my bed in her green blouse and looked at me. We both smiled for a minute before she moved toward me, grabbing my collar. She leaned forward and kissed me passionately. I didn’t resist. How could I, having day-dreamed about this moment a thousand times over? I finally pulled away, realizing the gravity of my actions. I am suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. How could I have kissed her? My girlfriend’s friend. How could she have kissed me? Her boyfriend’s friend. How could this have happened?

I can’t pretend I never saw anything in her. There’s no denying that she’s an amazing girl. I’ve told her that a million times too. I always knew I thought about her too much. I would stay up late looking at pictures of her and dream of her at night. I had always wondered what it would be like with her, but I never thought this would happen. It’s not like we could ever have any sort of relationship. I was moving in a matter of months. It would kill me to start something with her and then have to move away.

We began to process what had just happened. She immediately took full responsibility. It was really she who kissed me. She had leaned forward. She had grabbed me. I knew she would feel responsible, but I told her that I didn’t resist. I kissed her back. It was just as much my fault as hers.

Blue Eyes

2011-06-14T23:50:00.000-07:00

My dear lady, gaze upon the western sky
Is it not a mirror image of the look in your eye?
Many would say that the two are the same
The soft evening color seems to whisper your name
I however find the contrary to be true
For softness and smoothness speak nothing of you
With eyes like the ocean, impossible to tame
A force that men drown in, going slowly insane
An impossible fight against the siren's song's might
For danger is found in the calmest of nights

Kyle

2011-06-03T00:41:00.000-07:00

I was never the most socially inclined kid growing up. Even to this day I only have a handful of people I can really call my friends. But in elementary school, Kyle was really my only friend. We would hang out almost every weekend and play new made-up games in his yard. As we got older, our attention shifted primarily to video games. We would play for hours at a time. I really liked to win. I was such a poor sport, I can't believe Kyle put up with me all of those years. Looking back, I don't like how I was back then. It's amazing how much I've matured in the last ten years. Sometimes I wonder if Kyle and I would be able to be friends now.