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#fiction
Civilized Stage
elected
by landslide
this surgery of mine
is not cosmetic
quite the contrary
its absolutely
de-constructive
compelled to quell
psychological pain
its not enough
dis-connecting brain
this precipitous
fall from Grace
takes up valuable space
my biological footprint
and consumption rate ...
by landslide
this surgery of mine
is not cosmetic
quite the contrary
its absolutely
de-constructive
compelled to quell
psychological pain
its not enough
dis-connecting brain
this precipitous
fall from Grace
takes up valuable space
my biological footprint
and consumption rate ...
#science
#fiction
629 reads
2 Comments
Civilized Stage
elected
by landslide
this surgery of mine
is not cosmetic
quite the contrary
its absolutely
de-constructive
compelled to quell
psychological pain
its not enough
dis-connecting brain
this precipitous
fall from Grace
takes up valuable space
my biological footprint
and consumption rate ...
by landslide
this surgery of mine
is not cosmetic
quite the contrary
its absolutely
de-constructive
compelled to quell
psychological pain
its not enough
dis-connecting brain
this precipitous
fall from Grace
takes up valuable space
my biological footprint
and consumption rate ...
#science
#fiction
629 reads
2 Comments
The Door Opens
Driving past all the exit signs
In my brand new Mustang
Turned up the stereo volume
Deep Purple singing Hush
Heading down the highway
Drumming the steering-wheel
Semi up ahead changes lanes
Throttle to the floor as I pass by
What’s that over the horizon?
Reflections of light in my sight
Turning down the driving music
I begin to ease off the accelerator
Hitchhiker lady with a thumb out
Russian roulette enters my mind
Do shadows lurk behind her eyes?
Should I stop to offer her a ride?
...
In my brand new Mustang
Turned up the stereo volume
Deep Purple singing Hush
Heading down the highway
Drumming the steering-wheel
Semi up ahead changes lanes
Throttle to the floor as I pass by
What’s that over the horizon?
Reflections of light in my sight
Turning down the driving music
I begin to ease off the accelerator
Hitchhiker lady with a thumb out
Russian roulette enters my mind
Do shadows lurk behind her eyes?
Should I stop to offer her a ride?
...
#fiction
212 reads
8 Comments
087-B
Down again I weep to tread
To deeper depths than reason can
My heart in hues of palest blue
With every corridor I lose
I count each brick that prisons me
As signs no longer have the means
That face that guides me from the way
As empty as my hopes astray
I'm forced to gaze upon my dread
When nought but Him walk in my head
It's what He speaks that torments me
'Don't look at me, don't look at me'
To deeper depths than reason can
My heart in hues of palest blue
With every corridor I lose
I count each brick that prisons me
As signs no longer have the means
That face that guides me from the way
As empty as my hopes astray
I'm forced to gaze upon my dread
When nought but Him walk in my head
It's what He speaks that torments me
'Don't look at me, don't look at me'
#anxiety
#dark
#fiction #scary
#fiction #scary
660 reads
2 Comments
087-B
Down again I weep to tread
To deeper depths than reason can
My heart in hues of palest blue
With every corridor I lose
I count each brick that prisons me
As signs no longer have the means
That face that guides me from the way
As empty as my hopes astray
I'm forced to gaze upon my dread
When nought but Him walk in my head
It's what He speaks that torments me
'Don't look at me, don't look at me'
To deeper depths than reason can
My heart in hues of palest blue
With every corridor I lose
I count each brick that prisons me
As signs no longer have the means
That face that guides me from the way
As empty as my hopes astray
I'm forced to gaze upon my dread
When nought but Him walk in my head
It's what He speaks that torments me
'Don't look at me, don't look at me'
#anxiety
#dark
#fiction #scary
#fiction #scary
660 reads
2 Comments
087-B
Down again I weep to tread
To deeper depths than reason can
My heart in hues of palest blue
With every corridor I lose
I count each brick that prisons me
As signs no longer have the means
That face that guides me from the way
As empty as my hopes astray
I'm forced to gaze upon my dread
When nought but Him walk in my head
It's what He speaks that torments me
'Don't look at me, don't look at me'
To deeper depths than reason can
My heart in hues of palest blue
With every corridor I lose
I count each brick that prisons me
As signs no longer have the means
That face that guides me from the way
As empty as my hopes astray
I'm forced to gaze upon my dread
When nought but Him walk in my head
It's what He speaks that torments me
'Don't look at me, don't look at me'
#anxiety
#dark
#fiction #scary
#fiction #scary
660 reads
2 Comments
087-B
Down again I weep to tread
To deeper depths than reason can
My heart in hues of palest blue
With every corridor I lose
I count each brick that prisons me
As signs no longer have the means
That face that guides me from the way
As empty as my hopes astray
I'm forced to gaze upon my dread
When nought but Him walk in my head
It's what He speaks that torments me
'Don't look at me, don't look at me'
To deeper depths than reason can
My heart in hues of palest blue
With every corridor I lose
I count each brick that prisons me
As signs no longer have the means
That face that guides me from the way
As empty as my hopes astray
I'm forced to gaze upon my dread
When nought but Him walk in my head
It's what He speaks that torments me
'Don't look at me, don't look at me'
#anxiety
#dark
#fiction #scary
#fiction #scary
660 reads
2 Comments
Thursday Night with John
According to your
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
#acrostic
#apathy
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
48 reads
34 Comments
Thursday Night with John
According to your
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
#acrostic
#apathy
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
48 reads
34 Comments
Thursday Night with John
According to your
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
#acrostic
#apathy
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
48 reads
34 Comments
Thursday Night with John
According to your
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
#acrostic
#apathy
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
48 reads
34 Comments
WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES
When the weight of the world is heavy upon your shoulders, 🤫 what is the first thing that comes to your mind. 🤔 Is it the memories of once upon a Time ⌚ that you remember, or is it that moment in your life and world, that everything just feels like like sweet apple pie. 🥧 When the weight of the world, 🌍 starts to get you down, with the deepness of the deepest, thoughts of the blues and spiritual you find thyself. Sometimes lost and confuse and afraid, just as you began to singing those old country blues. Yet as you look up at the distance skies of the...
#fiction
#narrative
#StreamOfConsciousness #tragedy
#StreamOfConsciousness #tragedy
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6 Comments
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