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365 Group 2
True Evil Isn't Clear
The Monsters Hide In Plain Sight
They damage Us All
...choke and struggle,
Yet, nothing comes out,
And I’m the one stopping myself,
But I don’t know how,
There’s no failure
Don’t quit, don’t fail
Time outruns everything while the blank page rests,
Infuriating interruptions seem countless,
Still, I feel it tingling my skin,
The lights die out,
My hands begin to spill the ink,
It feels like I’m getting somewhere,
I’m delusional here,
And I write,
Scratch it out,
Try the laptop,
Wipe it out,
It’s almost morning and I’m still sitting right here,
And I panic,
And I panic,
But I’m still right here,
Thinking is harder,
And I’m stressing much further,
The doubts questions...
... time to pretend, spring to my feet but don’t know where I’m headin’, regrettin’ all the pills raddlin’ my stomach ache, faces, fake masks, places, heads off, flight around the room, zoom, duck, zoom, FUCK! They laugh at me. Is this happenin’?
I grab a broom, “vroom” out the window and change the tunes, soon to arrive and maybe arrive alive and doomed, save a life a little...Read More
From buildings to dust, living to fertilizer.
The true power of the moving arrow is infinite beyond understanding.
The tower of then and now stands tall overseeing every second.
Time sits on its thrown, bleeding its immense influence waterfalls over all.
Its influence which reaches into the depths of perception itself.
Cruel time with its dark sense of humor.
It’ll patiently discipline another through years of dedication.
And after long enough...
The fragmented mind
It echoes, mirrors itself
The madness within
...child in the gate!” he explains.
“Wait… It’s been like half a day…” she says, eyebrow raise high.
“EXACTLY!” Isaiah shouts.
“You’re serious?” Sarah asks.
“No, I’m fucking joking. Of course I’m serious! What would even be the point of a lie like that?”
Isaiah explains what’s going on to Sarah on the way out of the woods. He tells her how the boy ate the fruit of knowledge and was led to the gate for his own protection. He explain how he needs her help to track the passage the boy used to cross the gate.
Agreeing to help, they...Read More
...won’t stop anymore.
Plot uproar while clocks tock toward ideas.
Caught unable to endure baring all.
Descent, the floor nears.
Tall it toppled.
Last call, lost all.
Rebooted system insists in assistance.
Persistent pride, resistant stride.
Changing, Morphing, Evolving
Nothing Is For Sure
No One Thing Is Real
The All Is Mental, Static
Understand, You Don't See Reality
It Is An Illusion, A Fantasy
The Truth Is Simply Blurred
As Is What You've Heard
Subjective Experience Is Just Thought
...we always do this twisted little dance.
And we fight.
And we get over it.
And we fight.
And we get over it.
There’s no reason when either of us can’t quit on the other.
But we don’t.
Regardless of whether or not I ignore her for entire days at a time.
Whether I tell her my deepest truths or not.
Whether who I show up as is truly me or the lie I’ve made up.
She’s always there.
Always teaching me more.
Always making me better.
Always making me whole.
So I’m always here.
And I’m a bastard.
But I’m still here.
Who she saw as a child is not who she sees now.
Those are two different people.
Here Is One About Itself
One About Haikus
...bought a sword a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been using Youtube to figure out how to use it so I can go hunt that dragon. Found a cheap shield on Ebay. It’ll be on the way in a couple of day. Also ordered an armor suit to have a few more defense points and...Read More
...out of the other still focused on the black hole. This copy is distorted. Somehow different. Subtle deformities. The eyes aren’t quite right. The nose isn’t quite right. It’s a monster. He spreads his arms out and a glowing yellow field of light divides him from Isaiah and Sarah. They stare at each other, as if communicating a telepathic message they both face the field and fire, but nothing happens.
“Can you move us through...Read More
Pounding, aching pain
Maybe one day it will stop
It probably won’t
No one hears my screams
No one gets what I’m doing
Shouting in a void
...Kid’s sight taught to fight, not opt to sit. Slight opposite, aight? Knock, knock the shit.
His brain high. Tame, fine. Yet, came night and fight or flight after crime. Same time, saw the light. “Who’s there?”...Read More
Struggle writing words?
Get over it and write, now!
You’re holding YOU back!
And you won’t get anywhere without work
Without struggle, sweat, pain, anger and hurt
It might seem quite stark
At times a bit dark
But writing must be treated like a flirt
Challenging, Disciplining, Teaching
Minds That Want Work
Approaching, Controlling, Unforgiving
Reflection of Sister Life
Unenlightened, our minds are quite frightened
When addressed pride becomes heightened
With ignorance that feeds us
And the weak mind that leads us
It’s a shame our senses are not heightened