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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.
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
DunesOut on the dunes, you could be walking on the moon
Maybe you are, maybe we are; see that planet in the sky?
How much more can be said about body heat, about
Sucking the marrow from bones in a vain attempt to quench?
Disheveled by dust-storms in an ocean of sand, we walk
Blank-window eyes searching for what, some sort of life?
Our feet are heavy, the ground wants to eat them; no moon, this
Now the sky is the color of sand, and there are no stars to wish on
Sweat and dead weight, we wait for the coolness of night
Fatigued, delusional, we see a rusty car approach; we get in
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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