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Painted Prism of a Prison“Everyday now, you’ve woken up the same; that much you can remember, I see. Your memory is clasped to your ankle like a ball and chain, allowing you only that much of an awakening.Painted Prism of a Prison
It’s funny, kid; you’re so deep in it that you can’t see it. You’re a neon-orange eyesore to everyone around you; it’s in those purple crescent moons under your eyes, those little, mutilated nails, and those drooping corners of your mouth. Spots you’ve been scraped in losing battles leave you with spots like dried, cracked clay.
You know, with the blue, barred shadows
by ~Shazbar
SteampunkIt started that day you were inspired by that strangely serrated verse, the one that cut through your concentration like shrapnel through tissue.Steampunk
You wanted to do that,
believed in scribbles on scraps, in the cachet of clichés in the black box of your brain.
by ~Shazbar
DarwinismI never believed in you, God, but tell me it's not true. Please, tell me failing grades are just illusions, allusions to stalkers of old cornerstones who searched for their meanings; tell me the non-lethal letters dating back to days of adolescence haven't turned feral on me. (the grim, gaping mouths of the F's grew fangs while I wasn't looking)Darwinism
Though I don't fit in with my own kind, my own kin, with their red eyes, sour breath and grinning mandibles, I've fallen to a different pit than theirs, an enemy territory with
by ~Shazbar
CircusnavigationDid Einstein think himself the only scientist with clown hair? He must have juggled circles in his head, circumnavigated suns, moons, half-lidded by themselves and stars faded that floated synapses along invisibly curved tents. He must have imagined galaxies (cream pie crusts in the sky, flipping, flying at the speCircusnavigation
by ~Shazbar
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Testing...whoever "they" are, they say this when you sit down for this test:Testing...
read the question that corresponds to each number, and fill in the answer you think is best
i guess i did alright in school, even falling sometimes in with the dunces and dupes. but i can answer questions well enough and jump through their hoops. i can pick anagrams out of their alphabet soups. i can act and react, add and subtract, decline and conjugate and support arguments in heated debate but i have to admit that there are forces in this world that distract and distract and distract.
oops
by ~nicopolitan
The White Parade: FinaleVI. And on the Sixth Day… (His heart gives out in the emergency room. Doctors rush to fulfill their Hippocratic Oath. Intubate him first; get him breathing. Get the air in his lungs. While they do that, get someone else to wheel out the defibrillator; get his heart working. Charge it up…The White Parade: Finale
“CLEAR!”
The girl screams at the way his body jerks on the table. The heart monitor displays a sudden spike of green, stalling in its sound for a second before the spikes even out again, returning to the comfort of being a flat line.
“Shit. Again!”
“How high?”
by =saturnangel
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just remember that it's flesh and bone.
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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