#1 of 100 sunsetsThe canvas was blue.#1 of 100 sunsets by waffle26
A shivering milky way
Of swirling whites and purple applied.
A darkening phantasmagoria
Was closing in from beneath;
Dancing on the back of a winter afternoon.
Fragments Collected #0001Balkanization of morality.Fragments Collected #0001 by waffle26
Pay as you go philosophy.
Vats of Tar.
We work into the night.
Waiting for the ships to burn.
Superconductivity in iron compounds.
AffirmationNothing is declared anymoreAffirmation by waffle26
Not even war
So we reside in a haze of ambiguity
Our doors locked and curtains drawn
Horizontal lines shifting slowly
like snowdrifts across the television screen
Wholeheartedly.After the yelling,Wholeheartedly. by pari-a
The broken glass and
Bent dreams that were
Thrown away in the black
Glad garbage bag
Hung over the knob of the cleaning cabinet.
The floor was dirty.
Covered in sticky, spilled beer and
Half empty soda cans.
Paper plates and coffee filters and
Ashes and cigarette butts and
Littered with expectations and hopes
That spilled out of every orifice
Of the human who lost them.
Crushed by the weight of knowledge lost
When the blood came.
And when it came,
The soul escaped
Along with the hopes, dreams and
Expectations for the new beginning
That caused the end.
It shone and glittered
Casting light on the dank,
Claustrophobic nightmare that she ran to,
Because running away
Was too painful without a destination.
Cellar DoorIt takes a long time for a bottle that size to get cold.Cellar Door by RussianTim
I don't get to make the rules anymore.
The Son of Sam found Jesus.
I'm still looking for my keys.
You locked all the rooms before
you left and taped a note to the cellar door.
"Was this stillness always meant to be,
Like the clouds up above us, or,
the bark upon the tree?"
Somehow you made this meaningless beauty
An enigmatic puzzle I had to solve.
I stopped looking for all the answers
When I snuck in through the kitchen window.
I'm just going to drink it warm.
Screw the Reset ButtonSometimes I wish my life was a video game.Screw the Reset Button by Rorschach723
That way, I could solve all my problems
Babble of Some SortI am a ruined isolationist stumbling into a desolate spume with no way of escaping. I shall never reach freedom. And freedom shall never reach me. We are destined to be aparttragic Shakespearean cliché without the drab romance engorging the insides of a faltering plot.Babble of Some Sort by OP1atedDreems
Trapped in cage.
Ensnared, like a bird between thick fingers of curious child.
Caught in the tired fixations of the non-universe.
'What is the non-universe' an outsider might ask.
I would respond in kind, my voice distant and hollow, 'Why it is where I reside of course.' And then we would share a laugh, not really comprehending the joke.
Soon, the outsider shuffles away in a sudden need to run from my presence. I remain, listening to footfalls and twiddling my thumbs.
My insides felt hungry. I was hungry. I needed foodanything to fill the sudden emptiness.
I count my nimble digits instead. Starving just a little bit more. I needed my skins to fit just righttaut over protruding bone to satisfy