A March to Stop.

i will i will write i will write i will right left right left right left right i will prick the pin against the skin and bring the ink to surface i will draw it long against the teeth and send a message type O positive something you will not forget the dirty little Richards … Continue reading A March to Stop.

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Cataloged

"What's on your mind, _________?" "What's happening?" something needs to be cataloged every minute, Taken into account, the importance of a moment as it passes through some lens of organic matter. We capture the best parts ((what we see as the best parts) and what do we do?) and we turn it, paint it, color … Continue reading Cataloged

Ice

It's stretched thin, like how I imagine water feels when it is frozen too quickly; as a whole, just a cube of cold matter, slightly larger than it was, something perfect for hot, Early September in the South West, on closer inspection, this water is screaming from expansion, swollen beyond recognition by fellow molecules. but … Continue reading Ice

Orbit

We're floating through it all, you know? by "it all" I guess I mean some ¬†scattered particles here and there We're just a larger bit of condensed-ness falling asifthereweresomething thatcouldpushusapart otherthanourownselfishness we think of our invulnerability launching fire to the heavens crushing great comets preparing to bleed them dry knowing that it would only come … Continue reading Orbit

Twenty-Three (or “Twenty-One” Revisited)

Twenty-three. Twenty-two. He's the age of shocking discoveries. Pushing himself to limits that set him back into loops of ecstasy and months of couch ridden recoveries. Drowning himself in lavender and tea tree oil, he meditates his brain into a submissive pulp and the world smiles back by slowly and softly responding to every fifth … Continue reading Twenty-Three (or “Twenty-One” Revisited)

Every Cup of Coffee

You, you, you, you're Me, My, Mine, Ours We're the selfish lovers of post-pot generations planted in the earth with chemicals and multiple jobs, innately raised to hope that things will get better, knowing that nothing can fall into our laps because we're always standing opportunities are, instead, launched with deadly velocity at our crotches, … Continue reading Every Cup of Coffee

Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are

It's difficult to sit down and just write anything. there are confines, rules, set regulations that come to the tips of the fingers when one deems it time to create. It's as if something immediately wedges itself between the keyboard and the brain. And what's between the keyboard and you? I can't quite say. Infinite … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are

After Visiting the Museum of Nuclear Science

Possible that through the span of dimensions and universes, Something could have happened to balance out this calamity. Why this is progress, Why destruction is equivalent to a stepping forward, I may never know. I am simply one boy, How could I? What do I know? Looking at the green glass formed ten feet deep … Continue reading After Visiting the Museum of Nuclear Science