The Subject Turns to JelloGlancing away from his book, he pauses distracted by the muffled sounds and flickering glow, the TV babysitting a person in every room surrounding. They cannot comprehend a waking life, with fragmented minds, his loved ones douse.The Subject Turns to Jello
A twelve year old, he always abided; vicarious actions appeasing his commander. He grew and came to a crossroad, appease his father, or gratify his own spirit? Afraid and leased, his tunneled vision maintained.
She imagines a look reflecting from the mirror, broader lips and perhaps a perkier chest. A skewed chance at bliss and gla
Condemned ConvictionThe same shared desireCondemned Conviction
and the shot glasses clanked, discrete sympathy unrequired,
we all owe the bank.
Above and all around the unknown existent, Godless beliefs advocate our swilling. Our volatile past's make us god damn persistent, elder advise does not faze the unwilling.
A controlled disregard of damnation, nothing but time…administers judgment Existing without stipulation is all we covet.
Bubble 2.0Essence that carries me alongIt was an unharmed night. We walked along the waters narrow embankment. Each step, attentive and meticulous. I reached for her hand to assure her balance, one slip would unite us with the pestilent current,Essence that carries me along
and the lifeless fish below.
The ancient ship crept over the horizon. It's intricate beauty grew with each precocious stride. An edifice made of porcelain, defying all natural laws. She marveled at the enchanting engravement, spelling "essence" upon it's stern.
I jumped aboard without any falter, knowing the helm feels so becoming. I extend a guidi
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When the doors of perception are cleansed, only then will one see things as they truly are.
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