Category: non-prose

I don’t call this stuff poetry or anything like that, it just is what it isn’t, and it isn’t prose.

To Those Girls

To that girl over there I don’t think you notice me. If you do, then you notice me hiding away behind the whites of my eyes. So I won’t get to tell you, but if I could, I would. You’re annoying me, because you’re so pretty that I can’t help but stare And when I… Continue reading To Those Girls

Molting

Molting, molting, molting. When I finally realized it was a reflection my own, I was staring at A hideous, unpleasant monstrosity stood before me A layer of glistening new skin obscured by Leaflets of dried up, decrepit death dangling on my body At any moment it could go Like the last autumn leaf on a… Continue reading Molting

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Varicose

Out of place like varicose veins Trying to stop blood flow The pressure only rises Swept away, Sun, Tsunami Only seeing red Varix, varix.

worth

If I am told I am worth something By those who are worth to me But they don’t show it What am I really worth And if I am worth very little To those who are worth to me Then am I really just worth Nothing at all? I say it but I don’t mean… Continue reading worth

Plato

I once had a conversation with Plato The Philosopher. By the time I finished speaking, He had bled to death.

no effort – Facebook Pasting I

I wanted to post something, but I didn’t want to take the time to finish writing anything. So I copy and paste delirious facebook ramblings and call it blog! Italicizing myself for dramatic, confucian/bozoean effect     I’ve finally won for real? Via choosing different races handicapped ones I have won what are you talking… Continue reading no effort – Facebook Pasting I