VanyelFirestorm

It was a dark night. Coal dark. The kind of night you could be swallowed in and I was on the job. I had been tailing this dame for half an hour. I was hoping she'd give me a lead. I was hoping she'd stop driving soon. I was near out of gas and if I stopped now it would be another month before I caught up with her again. I caught a break about a mile down one of the sleaziest drives in all of he old city. What such a pretty girl was doing in a place like this, well, thats what I was going to find out. She pulled up into a run down old motel by the name of "The Sleep Easy". A flickering green neon sign that was about as inviting as roadkill bo

Josh Gunty Lying awake late one night under the warm softness of my covers I came to several realizations, epiphanies if you will. The fullness of these truths that had so sporadically, randomly, become available were stifling.  Time seemed to freeze. I was fully aware of the sound of the blood rushing through my ears, the sour adrenaline taste in my mouth. An abstract thought about my sudden awareness of the smell of my age old house shocked me back into reality. My insight, my new found knowledge of my inner most thoughts, had shown to me that I was being used. The people I loved were inadvertently using me up the way a small child with a

straight from me to you words flowin' from the tip of the pencil ill make you a stencil no a mental picture read my words see the world crashing through you like a freight train readin' my poetry is a drain on your mind cant find my meaning im no longer theming this is straight rhythm and rhyme high time you find a blind mime to close your eyes and cut your ties to the world physical come into the world fictional breath in some fresh air but not through your mouth your hair pull it straight into your brain its all musty in there where did all the new ideas go listen up im letting you know a couple good secrets live

Lets see how deep we can make this chasm. I thought this to myself as I looked down into the depths of the shopping bag. I finished scanning the items and loaded up the cart. I had had that very thought almost every time I'd bagged an item. It was damn near ritualistic. I'm not sure where it came from, it just appeared in my head one day. If asked there's a pretty good chance I wouldn't be able to pin down exactly when said day was, I've been working the Quick and Save for the better part of ten years, though by no means were those years "better" then any other time in my life. I finally actually look up into the face of the customer I've bee

If only I could hope to see The sky above or the sea below so I could know eventually that the world was made for me If only I could try to sense the truth behind the garbled words A translation of the text so that even the next piece of evidence can solve all of the nonsense I wish that I could speak to you comforting words for you to hear and to hold dear If I could but only speak true all of the things that you are due

It was a dark night. Coal dark. The kind of night you could be swallowed in and I was on the job. I had been tailing this dame for half an hour. I was hoping she'd give me a lead. I was hoping she'd stop driving soon. I was near out of gas and if I stopped now it would be another month before I caught up with her again. It was too cold and I was too old to go another month. I caught a break about a mile down one of the sleaziest drives in all of the old city. What such a pretty girl was doing in a place like this, well, thats what I was going to find out. She pulled up into a run-down old motel by the name of "The Sleep Easy". A flickering g

tell me truly can you hear me can you even really see me are you thinking are you feeling or are you just simply breathing is there a mind behind that stare do you have a single care its been so long since we've spoken your like a toy forever broken is there a spark of life inside you a single mote the smallest flame or do you just sit there aging as your memory stays the same I can see you sitting, gazing watching the clouds floating by but I wonder if your real or if your image is just a lie if I leave here will you follow or just sit there until tomorrow often I sit near you and ponder why it is you

He comes from the fore ground making a big sound as if he fell down into a band stand full of musical clowns whod much rather drown then have to stick around and you dont frown because this makes sense like a picket fence and now from hence forth youll be much more careful of the big hole in the back of your brain and try to stay sane as a church mouse living in a house with your next door neighbor his name is wilbur he likes taking pills so i guess youll kill the time with a poem

Push the button start the war close your mind be medias whore open the windows lock the door lay your face on the floor helping people is such a chore you cant fight it anymore evrything is blood and gore buying water at the store bury hope deep in the core the future is what it was before

A box to hold our secrets in our dirty little societal secrets hidden in our secret minds to keep us feeling sacred and clean a box to take our painful memories out of to replay in our minds all the moments we had thought forgotten to think outside the box must mean sure and utter destruction for it happens so very seldomly