Balance
I tiptoe the line between compliance and rebellion daily.
I will walk the tightrope and then ever so delicately allow one of my demons to drag my foot through chaos.
Brief. But impactful.
Compliance is critical.
But only on my terms.
And.
Rebellion is a necessity to keep the lambs on their toes.
For without rebellion, there would never be a need for compliance.
And without compliance there would be anarchy.
I have no desire to overthrow anyone.
I just like to periodically, remind them that I’m still here.
duality
how tragic, they loved each other
you're a kid, how does it feel
to know so much, and have no words
still a child, happy, excited
paranoid and riddled with insomnia
can abandonment be learned
or am i as terrible as i fear
kicking and screaming
so quiet, mature, a pleasure to teach
now it's clinical
failing, giving up, crying too much
praying to someone dead
feeling everything that keeps me alive
will one day kill me
Harold
The blood dripped from my hands. My mother lay dying, and it was all my fault. My friends had always told me never to bargain with Harold, but I didn't listen. Now, I paid the price. My mother's body was limp and cold, and the light was gone from her eyes. From that day on, I knew I would get Harold back for this -- even if it killed me. And it almost did...
A need to forget
In front of me sits a glass jar.
Once full now empty.
I want to smash it on the floor
but that wouldn’t solve anything.
I want to hide it away
but that won’t help me forget.
I want to fill it with coins, one for every drink I have. I worry it would soon be filled and would show my true self.
I know I drink too much, I know my jar was once full of tokens.
Each token a day I went without a drink.
The jar is now empty because I can’t face the truth.
Without a drink I remember, I don’t want to remember her blonde pigtails and velcro shoes.
Without my vice I have to confront the truth.
The night I ran her over.
Two-faced
I'm not sure if this is real, I just heard it somewhere. A parent was walking along with his young son and happened to bump into a neighbour. The little boy kept staring at the neighbour and tried to look at the back of the neighbour's head. The neighbour was perplexed and asked the young boy "Are you OK little one?Is something wrong?"
The little boy frowned and replied: "My dad said you have two faces but I can't see the other one."
Trash in space
My empty can of coke goes on a journey.
From my red rubbish bin to my black big bin.
From the trash collector to a landfill.
Pile upon pile of rubbish stack up.
Abandoned mattresses stacked up high.
Piles upon piles of black bags melting in the sun.
The bulldozer crushes the bags together, compacting them, making room for more.
What will happen when all the landfills are full?
We may pollute the sea, tying bin bags to weights to submerse them into the depths of the sea.
Then when we have polluted the oceans, we will look to the sky.
Space.
Rockets full of rubbish,
blasted off to space.
Bag after bag shot into space,
left to forever float in the mass of emptiness.
Rubbish bags on their own exploration into the unknown.
The Dogman
I saw the creature over by the roadside, hunched down in the brush, resembling what appears to be a large dog with thick black fur. Then the beast stood up on its hind legs, posturing itself like a man, a sight that still haunts me to this day.
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