Patrick Fleskes, 25 december 2011
The audience take to their seats, the ones issued remorselessly onto slips of paper, whose donating words lend passage t’ said seats taken. Over-head, projected whispers mutter useless entries in life’s pages, filler content for a childlike consciousness whom can’t stand idleness, is afraid of (... więcej)
Patrick Fleskes, 25 december 2011
The record player cracks white noise ‘neth saxophone utterances that can’t overtake the madness of bombs bellowin’ hellish chants. Brown dust draws down the ceilin’, the tickest of all rain, that hits the lungs like barbed wire, buildin’ cancerous coughs all around. What a hell-of-a-party! (... więcej)
Polby Saves, 25 december 2011
by Polby Saves
Moving, riding, dysthymically along
I semi-smiled at a girl on each block
Everytime we were made to stop
The attractive ones
The same broken clock
Giving the correct time twice
Once daily, again in the dark morning for twenty years
Christ
Sorry, no you don't qualify
(... więcej)
Polby Saves, 25 december 2011
by Polby Saves
Mid- afternoon shadows, casting onto cheaply painted walls,
Have always given me the doldrums
A depression really, that doesn't lift
Till the sun finally sets
Then it's merely a despondency
that starts to slowly relent
Much after Mid- night
Then I can start to sleep (... więcej)
Polby Saves, 25 december 2011
by Polby Saves
Exclamation points are little lies we tell each other
In this digital age it's easier to feign surprise or excitement
When in actuality, nothing surprises anyone anymore
Now - a slow disgust, apathy and scarily even hate
These things you can't disguise as easily - electronically
(... więcej)
Celine, 24 december 2011
Life is like watching a movie. It's like watching that one part of the movie, when the main character makes the stupidest mistake, and you can't help but just sit and watch. Maybe you'll scream at the screen, waiting for the person to realize their mistake, saying YOU IDIOT! HE'S (... więcej)
lusekelo simwela, 24 december 2011
I fill Caught in web so tight,
tighter than anythng i have ever felt,
They tell me not to strugle,
they say it willl make it worse.
I only smile when they say this,
because i have no intentions of escaping
this,
She got me tangled up,
She is the black widow spider with a
smile,
(... więcej)
George Krokos, 23 december 2011
The most important things in life are often those we have to choose from at critical times. They very often represent and determine the course our life will take and to what extent we have in controlling or shaping it. With whatever choice we make, opportunities arise and by making the most of these (... więcej)
pradip chattopadhyay, 23 december 2011
Some of these days, I intend to send postcards to my son, to all my friends and acquaintances, to girlfriends past (no present), to whosoever matter- even one to my wife that she would take out lovingly from our letter box. Letter Box? Are there any, any more? The one in my house is pathetically hanging (... więcej)
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