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boundariesthe scientists,boundaries by disrhythmic
falling in number but still clad in obfuscations
like a second skin,
were finally coerced to concede that even they
could not explore death
like a foreign country.
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A Thousand and One WordsIn a dimly lit roomA Thousand and One Words by Asylums-Impulse
Eyes squinted behind glasses
There she stood
Looking at a white wall plastered
Trying to decipher code written
Into the paint that wasn't there
Not understanding why
She found it so hard to read
She cursed at the wall
But the words fell right off
And in the middle of the wall
A single door
She reached to the door
And the door slowly opened
She stepped through
On the other side of the wall
Were a thousand words that she
Simply couldn't see before
And they told her
That the door is there
Simply try to open it
And you will see there is another side
Gently she walked up to the wall
And on it
She wrote her own word
And every word on that wall then appeared
As yet one more door
And in them
What ever you can imagine.
The world is yoursThough I stand against it; defiant to the whole world as it attempts to pull me to the ground, not succumbing to the encumbrance of all the sky above me resting on my shoulders, a weight like the Sun as if it were feeding life directly into me through light like a snake feeds by giving venom before it eats, I continued to walk on, but when you laid your breath upon me; I crumbled to my knees as surely as the most grand mountains are grind back into the Earth.The world is yours by Asylums-Impulse
My eyes have seen more than my mind would ever care to remember; seen more shades of colour than my mind would care to have me perceive. Night would see fit that I never see beyond the darkness again, so why do these stars decide to shine ever brighter. Why does the world continue to spin and give me yet another day to see. When I could be numb and void of pain, why do you give me smiles with which to notice the shadows behind it.
As surely as I knew the world, it quickly became something I had never seen. The world I had once kno
A Hot BreathAnd in this summer I hath a broiling thought where I sat to ponder, ever trying to forget yet not wanting to. MovingA Hot Breath by Asylums-Impulse
forward into the future I want it stop but I cannot speak, tears in my eyes no voice comes out confided in myself
thoughts echo in my head until confusion brings me physically to my knees,
love I am at your mercy.
Where will you push me, happen chance has decided half my life and my quiet lips the other. I saw a moment in
which to speak but words met your ears and echo'd in your head no voice came out and again I fell to my knees,
love I am still at your mercy.
Having in me these words I know they do not fall upon deaf ears. But for when my faltered heart yet makes me yearn
forwards my heads moves me back farther than I was. I never had what there was to lose yet the thought of having
my heart in your hands left me breathless, I would have held my breath to feel your heart beating,
love I have always been at your mercy.
I know there is love in death for I have held my br
WindedInhale that air cold and sharp as it curls the noseWinded by Asylums-Impulse
and know that in that moment in this sensation
every breath you've taken and let go,
the sheer feeling of your existence realized
in the simple brushing of your nose on brisk wind
as trees lament in their shaken stature still grand,
while birds literally defy the gravity of the entire
Earth beneath them to kiss skies yet higher as they soar,
every beat of every wing and every fell of every leaf,
every tornado and cloud swept across the worlds canvas
baked air swayed and radiating pure energy,
flags of countless countries flown over blood and corpse,
sails sewing continents across waves bellowed,
every breath you've taken and let go,
led to this moment.
To the words I say to you,
and the words you say to me,
The CaveThe Cave by synchrogrl4295
I wonder if it will hurt to hold onto this night;
if I could stand to see the light twist it into something uglier than this,
because like the oppressed creatures in Plato's cave,
I am utterly incapable of handling the truth.
It would be so sinfully easy to stay here in this dull illumination,
the shadows are like friends, and the chains don't chafe unless you strain against them.
They say that "the truth will set you free," but freedom has never been a trademark of humanity.
disenchantmentyou kissed medisenchantment by cristinewakesuphappy
and i floated for days.
tiny wings were
ripping my spine open,
longing for flight.
the lip-lock was like
pressing your mouth
against the rim of a coffee cup:
you didn't think more of it.
in a year, i tongued a guy
not of your stature.
not my taste.
my wings pulled back,
© June 14, 2015
GUNS“Gunssss”; a single syllable dramatically lengthened andGUNS by jimfleming
reverently uttered by Charlton Heston
The first word intoned by the keynote speaker
National Rifle Association convention, Denver
Ten days after the massacre at nearby Columbine
Charlton was always a great ham
An over-actor's over-actor
He did not disappoint the crowd of faithful
He was a trooper and “the show must go on”
The NRA show did go on, though abbreviated
Only one day instead of three.
Two days of gun show cancelled
Ten days after the massacre
“Gunssss” It was as if God himself was speaking the word.
“Gunssss”, said as prayer…
Adam Lanza was seven years old when Charlton prayed in Denver
The age of the children he murdered
Did Adam Lanza pray?
Did his 12-gauge semiautomatic shotgun answer his prayer?
His Bushmaster .223-caliber semiautomatic rifle?
His Glock 20, 10 mm or his Sig Sauer 9mm semiautomatic handguns?
Did they speak to him….or just FOR h
Celibacy and AgeI ask them how long it's been;Celibacy and Age by HippieHebe
one strokes my arm
and I think;
it's because it has been so long.
my lips are big but I can't smile
and I'm crass, common
My ample behind is not as firm,
not as perky
not like Lucy's
not like Bea's and let's face it.
I'm pushing 30.
Those girls are younger,
skin like porcelain,
but here they are talking to me.
I lap it up, because
let's face it, i'm pushing 30
and although I don't fully believe them
I take it through flattery
FridaHer name tag told me she was FridaFrida by jimfleming
Exceptionally gorgeous, even by Miami standards
Shimmering black hair, pulled back loosely
Eyes clear and chocolate brown
Glowing skin of a twenty something Latina
Polished Professional Polite
Not Geisha polite
A more sincere deference
Checking out of the Hilton
Frida asked sweetly, “Do you want help with your luggage?”
Jokingly I told her, no thanks, I just look old…
She smiled and said, “…but you’re rockin’ the beard…”
Like poetry, funny the effect a few words can have
The Great Water Debate There was a war going on at the senior complex.The Great Water Debate by xlntwtch
I visited the place to see how my Granny was doing, but she'd left a note on her door that said:
AT REC ROOM - COME SEE ME
That got me worried right there. Granny wasn't your ordinary person. I could think of a million reasons why she'd be evicted, and not one that would make her cheerfully go that close to the office. She had sort of a love/hate relationship with where she lived. As long as things went her way, she was happy. If they didn't, well, she was a force to be reckoned with.
I walked along the cement path between greenery and sent up a little prayer.
"No eviction, please," was all I asked.
I hated the sign beside the office because it said "Welcome Home," and it just didn't have a homey feeling anywhere. Except inside my Granny's apartment and garden. I walked through a mysteriously empty office to the rec room, where I heard
Picture an Entire LifeThe space in my abdomen sank rapidlyPicture an Entire Life by Asylums-Impulse
In a single instant
Upon observing a single image
An immaculate amount of time
Condensed into a single second
Impacted me in my stomach
And stole the air from my lungs
In a single instant
I understood emotion
In a single instant
I understood a thousand words
But I would not be able to describe it
It was everything and nothing
But even if I were to close my eyes
I know it would still be there
Because I still can't breathe.
Queen of HeartsI've learned to hold my cards close to my chest,Queen of Hearts by synchrogrl4295
perfecting my poker face but refusing to play the game because
I'm content to keep the cards that I have,
lest I be dealt a worse hand in the future.
I swear, the only heart in my hand is my own,
and I refuse to hold any others.
rabid thoughtsi can't stand egos.rabid thoughts by cristinewakesuphappy
i push people away
out of habit.
i want to wallow:
i will pig out
on meat and beer
and spend every cent
waste my night
with a stranger;
raise a dirty finger
i am leaving this city
without a word
and you won't see me
dive from the roof
and take in
and let wasps
feed on me,
each crude memory
ringing in my ears.
i will forget
my foolishness .
and start over -
a free spirit.
© April 22, 2015