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Another Purgatorian CitizenHere's a man sitting on the side of the corner,
He doesn't know that a woman is on the opposite corner.
They both look down in their sorrow and both never look up,
We used to be together but you broke us all apart;
Now we're sitting on the opposite sides of the road waiting for another to look up.
But we both know we're not going to look up.
Because I told you after the third time I wouldn't ask again.
I thought you were my best friend.
I was going to tell you everything,
Everything that made me hurt;
But instead you threw me away and you became added to that list...
There's another Faust on that street,
Eager to make a deal with the Devil just to feel that touch again.
He dealt with desire and he dealt with forgiveness,
He circumcised himself and pulled his heart in,
Eager to meet someone that cared enough to dig inside:
He put a small crack on his surface to let only the most observant eye see;
That all he wanted was you and me.
He waits for what seems like an eternity,
Karelian CompanyKarelian Company
A Short Story by Brandon LeMonds
Case File: 1010010
Person of Interest: Naamian Vikkyr
Signed: Apprentice Scribe Josian
This is the file copy of the subject that lived in northeastern Karelia, his name was Naamian Vikkyr. Vikkyr had been complaining about problems sleeping the night before his arrival, we had been given the task by the New Liberal Society (referred to as the NLS later in this case file,) to detain him and view all later developments in the case. Why was he so important to the NLS? We didn’t know for sure, but we were sure to find out later in time.
The Heavy Attainment Squad (HAS) was tasked in finding Subject 1010010, Callsign Vikkyr-Kharlael, they were only informed that Vikkyr-K was afflicted by a phenomenon known as only in Fringe Science as the “Ghalahad Effect.” After making a number of choices over an extended period of one’s life including but not limited to: greed, selfishness, scornful attitude, seeking the b
Prelude to Before a ChristmasPrelude to Before a Christmas Morn
By Brandon LeMonds
I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, it is the name given to me by several old chaps that I used to stroll with on the evenings in Paris, and we used to walk the streets with money-purses that were purposefully empty. You see, we would wait to be jumped to counter the bandits and then we would rob them themselves, oh it was a glorious idea. We walked upon this boulevard for an hour several times in a day. One man jumped me, he cut my purse so I tripped him as he tried to run away. I said “Your money or your soul, your pick.” “Look my friend,” He tried to say, “I just want some bread to give to my children on Christmas!” I stomped him out, and took his money. Next thing you know I was getting addicted to this feeling of control, so I started to do it most often more than anything and it became my passion.
One Year Later
I had a coin for every finger that I had torn from gentlemen that had perished i
UntitledYou don't need to be number one in order to win you know,
you just need to find the balance between your rational thought and your instincts.
Your instincts help you find where you need to go,
your rational thought helps you get where you think you need to go.
The color of your hair has nothing to do with your personality,
your eyes are a window to your soul, yes.
Making them tinted however just makes it more difficult to see.
Now how all of this plays in perspective with one another is that people find that if their eyes are one color and their hair is another they obviously think a different way than I do.
Well that's just absurd, really.
The only reason why they think more differently than I do is because they are a different person, silly.
People are like sheep, they follow whoever has the best call.
I follow the best call of them all,
even though I may not fully hear it or understand it, my instinct tells me it is good.
And it is.
A subordinated trance is like music to me, lead in
Beginning of my DayI wake up.
I turn on my computer and put on my beanie as I get a coke up out of the fridge,
I come back,
Enter my pass and come onto Facebook and see if anyone's there,
Then i open up deviantArt to see if anyone cares,
And I listen to some YouTube despite the ads that block my sense i still wish to hear my messes that i favorite into my list.
Lord of GloomBitter sorrow crouched beside a fire,
His eyes shone orange, burning but minimalized.
Darkness surrounds in cleansing repose,
Sweet memories became bitter,
Like a Black Rose bequeathed at a funeral,
His rose was once red,
But filthy intention turned it dead.
Grand mustaches adorned his maw,
But his lack of honor left him raw.
He threw her into a well,
And therefore put his soul in hell.
He became cursed and well,
Became undead, quite a story to tell.
Looking into the tome,
His mustaches he combed,
And threw his brother's work into the fire.
Angered he progressed right off his chair,
he put his helmet upon his black hair;
and strode off to find his minion.
Poor minion, poor minion.
He was walking in the desert like void.
Searching for a portal,
So he again could become mortal.
Forlorn his knowledge was,
Forty-thousand thousand paces marked the entrance,
And his feet were tired from the trek.
The Dread Lord of Darkness wrapped his hands around Minions collar,
Blue and purple swirled arou
Early Morning Rambles.I wanted to understand why the mind in the lie was understood little by the little understood was a lie in the mind why the understanding to want me to tell you on why I wanted to eat a truthful statement. To swim in the river that every man in born in to swim even when he dosent know how to swim yet we either figure it out or we drown and if we drown then we are kindve screwed and if we learn we are sent to another part to learn something else in the heat of lava and if the lava is secretly plasma and the plasma is secretly cold the ones that fall in aren't screwed but only were tricked by the illusion that it was lava and not cold plasma. This is understandable, the human mind cannot comprehend a simple and unnoticeable knowledge such as this. If I gave you a popsicle would you be able to discern the flavor if it was just clear? I know I understand I know the man I serve the man I am the mans best friend and I know what he is is doing and if I know wh
ChartsA light in my mind that peeks the skies that charts the times and believes in my eyes that they can do what I want them to do that so happens to translate digital messages to my hands and my hands draw symbols that symbolize letters that amaze even the most darkened spirits that usually hate the minds eye and gaze into the design of a lesser beings mind that makes them become undone.
ManyThere are many futures, many outcomes, many demensions. Some exist out of time, most of them do not. Miracles are miracles, definitions are definitions, and a book contains them all. If there was a man that walked the earth and deduced the fact of law, would he become now fine nor aright because he misfollowed them all? A book, a stone, a tablet, vellum, a papyrus scroll of all; they all contain the same information of claws.
this is a warning.i.
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
Prince Means Frog
Queens Were Not Princesses
Robots Rule Inside Us
Freedom Needs Freedom
Reality Is Not Safe
Asylum Is Safe
Breathing Is Free
Air Is Not Free
Guests Are Expected
Life Is UnExpected
Poison Is Lazy
Blood Is Hot
Death Is Cold
Steel Needs Fire And Ice
Steel Is Weird
Weird Is Not Always Art
Poetry Is Not Art
Poetry Is More Than Art
Art Should Not Answer
Answers Need Questions
Questions Need Answers
Ask The Translator
War and CancerI want to go back
and meet us one more time,
before the war and the cancer
took up so much of the day -
before my father could no longer
remember what the present
was supposed to mean
and your mother
could still get dressed
without losing her way.
I want to know
what it felt like
to board a plane
to somewhere hidden
and not care
if our names and faces
to walk as long
as we wanted
without the sun and moon
creating an argument.
I want to feel you
roll into my arms
where I forgot to cut the grass
and you did not
water the flowers;
to hear you
watching the cardinals
unearth the spring.
And to know once again
how this place
started becoming new.
The Re-Prettify ProjectBreathing in silver filaments
will not make you pretty on the inside.
You cannot polish and buff
lung or aorta
until it is shiny and new.
If you have filled your life with toxins
and allowed your eyes
to cloud over with coal dust
do not, my friend, do not
seek silver linings from anything
but penance and kindness.
Throwing gold-dust over your head
will not administer you a halo.
It was so suddenIt was so sudden.
It was so fast.
It was so scary.
We were so happy.
It was the best.
But the thunder fell.
And now there’s nothing left.
twentythe river flares
tinged with champagne
from the hue of the sky,
broken tortoise shell above
but the glow is far
raw teeth have started
growing in the wind
and everything around me
Clear skies and endless oceansLying down on the grass
I see the blue sky
Standing on the edge of the cliff
I see the blue ocean
Two beautiful wonders
Inked by the gods
With the color of sadness
The color of nostalgia
Let me dive into you
So I can experience
Your cold and shivering touch
even in death, i will not find peacei lost my faith the way
i lost my virginity -
clinging to a girl like she
was all i'd ever have,
bathed in darkness and shame.
it's been years since then,
but i want to lose my life
the same way.
no motion could raise me
from my coffin of sod and sorrow,
to pull me from my bed
of dirt and disgrace -
but i would wake up with
blood on my hands,
i would wake up with death
curled up like a dog at my feet,
resting with nothing
but the waning hope that
you ache for me with a fire
burning in your bones that
never ebbs, never relents.
And for What?Begot thee was and thine was soon forgotten.
Remember the way you once took was as beautiful as the caressing light of the moon?
But you fell, oh cant you remember?
The day you fell was almost as glorious as the day you were born.
You fell with fire and lightning from Heaven!
Oh mistaken you thought you were.
But glorious you once were O' Lucifer!
You were the angel of the early morning's dawn!
And for what?
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