View Full Version : Space sounds like disjointed languages swearing in unison.

06-23-2014, 04:04 PM

06-23-2014, 04:06 PM
Blue trains languish. Windows run and swim through red clouds of sadness. There is a power outage and i can see it on every porch, eyes gazing and full of wonder at the brilliant gray-purple sky. Blackened orange garbage litters a suburb that has stopped breathing. A pink sharpness has collided with rain soaked streets.

In the smooth wetness of the forest, there collides the memory of fog and the present sensation of cotton candy sheep slow dancing with paper horses. They skipped school lessons for the wide expanse of their imaginations. The living blood of bees and butterflies run amok on a canvas of the sky.

Children bike down stolen streets, teenagers slide in forever cars. Over the hill in town, the cloud blue ceiling is background for fuschia wind. Brightness speaks to terrified eyes; terrified eyes foresee amidst the antiquated afternoons.

Kings sense impossible cartoon. Court jesters realize the tongue is a vehicle for poetry and pleasure. Words are a journal. Religious ideas hate coma ideas. Extreme machines line the linoleum tile. Hospital parking lots after hours, soaked in old rain. Fragile lives interpreting death as too distant. It is wretched and addled by frailty.

Death minds the mint sea background. Space sounds like disjointed languages swearing in unison. Rambling solar fuses bark a signature color, basic like sleep ideas. Later, red boats float calmly at bay as the girl caresses the water.

The exploding boy
06-23-2014, 04:21 PM

06-23-2014, 04:30 PM
Nothing beautiful about mental illness and plagiarism

06-23-2014, 05:52 PM
Nothing beautiful about mental illness and plagiarism

Please do tell, where did I plagiarize?

Ahhh exactly. Put up or shut up, asshole.

06-23-2014, 07:43 PM
i know what you did

The exploding boy
06-23-2014, 09:03 PM
last summer

The Omega Concern
06-23-2014, 09:19 PM
alright teb, i giggled. now stop it.

06-24-2014, 01:06 AM
i know what you did

Go walk your dog, bitch.

06-24-2014, 09:13 AM
There was a young fellow of Wheeling
Endowed with such delicate feeling
When he read on the door,
"Don't spit on the floor"
He jumped up and spat on the ceiling!

06-24-2014, 10:18 AM
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards
as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push

06-25-2014, 07:50 PM
I feel that!

We are only as alive as our eyes allow us to see through the cloudbursts and violence of dark rainclouds of hope and longing.