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The Floor: Revelations"You what?" Gabriel asked
"I know it sounds bad, what with you being drunk and all, but it's honestly not what you think." Anna stated. "It was storming really badly last night and I have this problem where I can't sleep through thunderstorms. I've been like this since I was a kid."
Gabriel thought to himself for what felt like an eternity before saying anything. He was conflicted. He'd been having feelings for Anna the past few months now and couldn't help but be happy because of this. This simple act showed Gabriel a level of trust that Anna held for him that he couldn't believe. At the same time, he just kept feeling like he'd been wronged somehow.
"Anna, I don't really know what to say about this whole situation."
"You don't really need to say anything Gabe, I just came in and laid next to you until I fell asleep."
"I understand that, but I just can't help but feel wronged. I mean, yeah you had your reasons for doing what you did, but it seems like you should have asked first, you
SnowI love snow,
The way it covers everything.
It makes the world beautiful and pure.
Everything is still itself,
but brand new, untainted.
I just wish snow existed for my soul.
Maybe you'll grow up to be a great scientist, or an actor.
Then again, maybe you won't.
Maybe, when you grow up, you'll have that house you've always wanted, and the cars too.
Or maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll find a great friend with whom you can laugh and cry.
Maybe that friend will turn out to be cold and emotionless.
Maybe you'll fall for someone who makes you inexplicably happy, no matter how often you see them.
But then again, maybe....
The Floor: Morning AfterIt was around noon when Gabriel woke up. Still feeling the alcohol from the night before, he looked around and realized he wasn't in his apartment. Finding his things on the floor,he got dressed and followed the sound of something frying.
Peering around the corner into the kitchen, he saw Anna standing at the stove cooking what smelled like sausage. Attempting to sneak into the kitchen, he stumbled over his own feet and fell to the floor.
Giggling, Anna came over to help him up. "You should watch where you walk Gabe."
"I usually do, but I seem to be in a place I've never been before," he replied. "Mind telling me how I ended up in your apartment?"
"Don't you remember? You nearly finished off a whole bottle of liquor by yourself."
"I remember coming home with it, but why am I here?"
"You were just sitting outside your apartment drunk, I couldn't just leave you there."
"Thank you for that. Now to remember why I was sitting there..."
"Well you work on that while I finish breakfast."
AddictedAddicted to a kiss,
that never brushed my lips.
Addicted to a touch,
that never caressed my skin.
Addicted to a look,
that never met my eyes.
Addicted to a warmth,
that never wrapped my body.
Addicted to his voice,
his laugh so sweet.
Addicted to his soul,
his heart on his sleeve.
Addicted to him,
when I don't hear him daily,
I feel like I'm in withdrawal.
Need to hear him say "I care for you baby..."
The Floor: ThunderstormClosing the door behind her as she entered her room, she still had a smile on her face. Anna changed into her pajamas and made ready for bed, not really being able to get the fact that Gabriel was more than likely passed out in her living room. Doing her best, she rolled over to face her window and let slumber's sweet caress take hold of her.
Only an hour passed before she was awoken by the sound of heavy rain and thunder. Unable to fall back to sleep, she climbed out of her bed and made her way back into her living room to check on Gabriel.
She heard him, before she noticed anything else. He was snoring so loudly he drowned the noise of the television out. Gabriel lay there, covers all askew and his shirt lying on the floor next to the couch.
To frightened to return to her own room, Anna hoped the decision she was about to make was right. Being as careful as she possibly could, Anna climbed onto the mattress next to Gabriel, and lay her head on his chest. Before she could even pull th
The Floor: After WorkHeading home from work, Gabriel was on top of the world. There hadn't been any bad customers all day and he was actually looking forward to getting home. Gabriel couldn't wait to be back on his floor, to be back on their floor.
Too absorbed in his own thoughts, he failed to notice that he was standing next to a rather large puddle as a cab flew by. Realizing only too late that he was in the immediate path of a flying wall of water, Gabriel could do nothing as it came crashing down on him.
Dripping wet and his good mood soured, Gabriel headed to the convenience store a block from where he lived. Pushing his way to the back of the store, he grabbed a bottle of Hennessy and made his way back outside into the rain.
No longer feeling the way he had, Gabriel just wanted to get home and pass out on his couch. Arriving at his door, Gabriel dug through his bag for his keys. Unable to find them, it dawned on him that he left them in his locker at work. Unable to do anything about being locked ou
The Masons Time MachineIt was a day unlike any other for Cal. He awoke to men dressed in dark clothing, wearing hoods looming over him. They threw a black bag over his head and dragged him out of his apartment. When they finally removed the bag, he was in a chamber that was oddly familiar to him.
"You have been deemed worthy by the United Grand Lodge of England to take part in an event that only three others before you have partaken in."
A foreboding voice reached his ears, where it came from, Cal could not tell.
"Who are you? What is it you want with me?" Cal cried out.
"Someone who can show you what you've been searching for these past few years Cal." The voice replied. "I can show you the past, and tell you the truth about us. I can show you the true history of the Freemasons."
Unable to believe what he was being told, Cal jumped to his feet and began shouting. "Show yourself! I demand to know exactly what it is you're trying to tell me!" Starting at a sound that came from behind him, Cal spun on his heel
Linguistic HonestyLinguistic Honesty
No vivid imagery necessary for this kind of poetry,
Just stream-of-consciousness, this is simply linguistic honesty.
I have so damn far to go and I know my mind can get the best of me,
That these worries of failure can sometimes drudge up worn insecurities,
Frightened that society’s norms will keep me from where I really want to be,
But I know that if I continue fighting I’ll surely reach whatever life has destined for me.
So even if I love and hate the obstacles in my path, I know I will eventually pass all of these things.
Sometimes though, I just need a little help and she’s the only one I want with me on this wild journey.
And more than anything else, I just really want to be able to say, “Six generations, my little lovely lady.”
A Freshwater Soulyou didn't dream he'd tear blank walls, whip
furled fists, let partly tattered tales slip
early echoes, and allow
the lonely ships to sink, baring bows.
sail sea. river, remove
yourself far forth. prepare to prove
that you can keep a gruelling grip.
to the girl teaching herself to flyShe is trapped by a moonlit mind,
come silent in the night.
Surrounded by clouds, she is blind
to barren worlds; their light.
Searching for a sign, she survives,
although she knows she cannot thrive.
Searching for a sign.
Searching for a sign.
Anything to remain alive.
Her voice calls out, though no one hears,
screaming for redemption.
A shadow comes to kindle fear,
adding to the tension.
Someone please help me, she shouts, cries,
though on her cheeks, her tears, they dry.
Someone please help me.
Someone please help me.
But her screams turn to desperate sighs.
Weeks pass, and she remains divine,
still searching for escape.
Vines corkscrew themselves on her spine,
leaves curling up her shape.
Borrowing wisdom from her brow,
she learns to
She Is HumanBlood-bathed warrior,
priestess and healer,
she was the fury
the calm and pity.
Heartbeat to deafen thunder,
yet drown beneath whispers,
she swept across worlds
tripped upon the same rock
hurtled through lifetimes
never wanted to die,
scrambled for maturity
defied to grow up.
Saw all on her axis,
chose blindness to the past.
Threw shields before enemies,
opened her heart,
refused to begrudge
forgot not her pride.
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chair
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
A Well Meaning LieSomeday I will lie
To everyone alive,
And they will never see
That the liar was always me,
Because my words of sin
Will only bring a grin,
To their faces
Which were always so very grim.
I guess I'll be ready
When the wolf comes slow and steady,
But I will not cry out with fears so heavy,
Because this is what a liar gets in the end of the story.
So even if I made you smile,
Just for a little while,
Try to hold onto it when you find out the truth,
That there's no joy in youth,
When it's all you can look back upon
While you lie forgotten and long gone.
You'll always wish to change,
Maybe then things won't be the same,
But isn't it strange,
That you would think that way?
I guess the good memories did nothing for your soul,
Just cause you all this pain while you're growing old.
You pretend it never happened
While you're looking at it,
And you complain that you want that feeling once again,
You want to feel that grin,
But you forgot about the lie
Told by none but I.
So when you're screaming
it isn't geniustruth is
I am not your
of ends the means could justify
where words would make
silence beg "bravery
is much like a run-on sentence"
between your left index
finger and thumb when feeling numb,
that will warm you
in the winter, chill your
bones in a summer heat. lonely
dried like petals,
jailed by secrets written
in some guilty tome. prodigy
spadeyou, into my bones
dug marrow with a spade.
my house, filled with cats & combs;
only breathless air can fade.
the points of his nails
raging against her patchwork quilt,
ripped off the ends of my cattails
and my celosia began to wilt.
there are many wicked things
and the spade is most impartial.
swords and daggers will slay kings
but the spade buries the marshall.
Communique du Chemin de la FolieA solitary thought in silence deep;
We struggle to express the truth.
So often (in private) counsels keep,
And our tongues become uncouth.
Candid discussion is rare among the masses,
We're caught betwixt the differing classes.
Candid discussion is rare,
Candid discussion is rare,
Mere innocence cannot forestall the morass.
Headlines incite us to hate each other,
Without receiving full disclosure.
Too lost in our lives to notice "big brother";
Fifty years since JFK: still no closure?
We the People acting as judge, jury and spectator,
Uncle Sam is a nullified testator.
We the People acting,
We the People acting,
Is no one America's consecrator?
Chamberlain's desire for peace,
Merely invited the devil to sup.
With appalling ease,
We'll drink the same cup.
That dragon will reign as writ of old,
Yet his fate has been foretold.
That dragon will reign,
That dragon will reign...
For a 'bowl of soup' many souls have been s
A simple game of chessCrying and screaming,
To the floor I must fall.
Broken and empty,
Alone I will crawl.
To the pain and the sadness,
That never cease to repeal,
To the stress and anger,
I am forced to kneel.
Through all my emotions,
And all of my stress,
I feel as though I'm losing,
This simple game of chess.
Your pawn took my knight,
Your rook, my queen,
I'm surrounded by black,
I'm losing this scene.
My fantasy ends,
But the black won't recede.
This is no longer a game,
Yet the dark still impedes.
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