

More DistortionI'm fascinated by a past and a future I didn't seem to fit when I was little, So instead I waddle through the new truth Of half-inspired dedication, and still Desire to take the station as a crazy man. Let the screams lean to speak and let The voices in my head cradle me to sleep.More Distortion
"How you doin?"
I assume it would be human. I don't think I could Handle a deer head on the mantle spitting me a sample Of the National Anthem, his own distorted version of The Star Spangled Banner.
The Banter is something I ca


Yea As I WalkAs poets walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Life They twist unnecessarily to prove that they're unlike Any others before, or others to come. Their funky dance and supremely unique stance Will be where all the respect comes from.Yea As I Walk
ORTHODOX Method A guide for the unorthodox A neat list for the leaderless A government full of Anarchists
Money, culture, skinny circled A's A generation of mathematicians All counting to the End of Days
Antichrist Zombie Fights Machines with mean red eyes And double decade one-liners
 


Insomnia Part FourHis body is the only thing he's in control of But god he loves destruction The sound of snapping Gently pressing his tendons His phalanges, clicking them Like keysInsomnia Part Four
Degrading them, slowly making them Useless, draining dry all the future Moments they might try to hide God he loves destruction Turning his head for the pop The release that's more sound than feeling The psycho Somatic Release


Memoranda Pt. 5: HesitationAm I settling like my father did? Taking logical steps with the best I can get?Memoranda Pt. 5: Hesitation
The things that mean enough to me to make me feel this
way are actions that you take without knowledge of the consequence. We don't know each other, our pasts are guarded and secure, played close to the vest until some- thing upsets our need for nothing more than names exchanged, perhaps a handshake after I walk you to the door. The things that I need I can't tell you, they have to be honestly you. It would have to be something that already functioned before we wer


Memoranda Pt. 4: The ReasonShe hasn't said: "No!" "I don't understand."Memoranda Pt. 4: The Reason
The hesitations of High School have been dispelled. There isn't the inherent embarrassment with mentions of the crude or sexual. That's why we went over to the table in first
place, and everybody playing that night knew it. There were no illusions that we were a few nice guys looking to blow our money on some casual conversation. This generation is about sex and as much as you can get. We each bit off more than we knew, if not more than we each could independe


Memoranda Pt. 3: The DesireIt means more than it normally might In a tango of an ordinary type The dance is prancing punctuated by pause Paranoid to go far without obvious cause Patiently waiting with eyes on the prize Earning and learning how you feel deep inside Consummation, true, in no way colloquial Honest, rewarded, exchanged No conquest, no chainsMemoranda Pt. 3: The Desire
She'll never ask again. If I know anything, she'll never ask
to see my soul again. She'll wait to be paid a gracious homage, respectful and reserved of the precious place she peeked. I wonder if that counten


Memoranda Pt. 2:Take My HandThis pearl I have here in my hand Shows me as a fishing man It shows what I can doMemoranda Pt. 2:Take My Hand
This knife I have here in my hand Shows me as a hunting man It shows what I can do
This gun I have here in my hand Shows me as a warring man It shows what I can do
This heart I have here in my hand Shows me as a loving man It shows that I love you


Memoranda Pt. 1: His storyAm I settling like my father did? Taking logical steps with the best I can get? They never got a divorce, but the muffled shouts still shook me from my childhood slumber. I would lie wide awake and wonder, staring at the golden beam of light beneath my door. The hallway light stayed on at night after my terrors began.Memoranda Pt. 1: His story
I screamed at the same time every night.The intro music to Night Court would be coming from the tiny speakers of my parents' panasonic, the two of them tucked in and cozy, hoping tonight might be different.&nb


Doystoy ThinkingHe's passed out next to me, thinking he awake thinking he's thinking about sleeping. Too much thinking there, I know, and that's why I'm the one watching and not the one sleeping.Doystoy Thinking


Memoranda Pt. 6: Fresh and Raw I'm thinking about her, I'm trying to drudge up the feeling That remarkability to miss someone truly. The pit that sits &nMemoranda Pt. 6: Fresh and Raw


Memoranda Pt. 7: Perched DevilThese words speak the tongue of both kinds of devilMemoranda Pt. 7: Perched Devil
There is one kind high On my shoulder that sits And whispers wit to me, Pleasantly perched To explain to me The vast and awesome Changing possibility That lies Without The ties I'm trying to tie While the other sits over my second shoulder Professing the virtues Of the first few years of marriage In that macroscopic sense.
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in that case i am contented
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
a little comforting,
a little lonely
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
By the way, You have a really interesting Gallery!!
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Everyone knows that Irish deviantARTISTS are the BEST!!!!
Giant Man Eating Marshmellows - [link]
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
it almost sounded as though you were putting yourself in a separate category from the artists you support.
thank you
that piece was difficult to write
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
than you give yourself credit for,
i think
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
what's another?
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
--
I can't get lost, I don't know why..
thank you for reading (:
you made me think
(which is not always a bad thing)
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
(:
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
Just test the tone, man. I'm a poet. I will always sound sincere.
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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