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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.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
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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