Stone steps,
repetition, repetition, repetition
stones steps, clicking twists.
Musky air, wonderful sewage smells.
An old building in a new city,
waiting for change to compel its walls to move.
Hidden anguish gushes from it's seems.
"Please don't forget me!"
People used to remember.
Now if they notice, they say "Why should such an old building remain? Why don't they tear down those broken walls? Why don't they rid the world of a useless building?"
Dirt smeared bricks. Fallen from ages of decay. Lying as a memento of a forgotten age. Remembrance is but a dream. A dream slipping through a rushing stream.
Arbitrary Fame is based on my personal concept of definition. Definition is innate. It is a silhouette on the horizon. Definition comes in many different ways. Some are personal and only we, ourselves, understand them. Other forms of definition are dependant on our interactions and relationships with the people around us. I am a brother, a son, a friend, and a writer. These are my writings. This is me.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
A Disasterous Start
This morning I claimed my usual allotment of milk. (about 1 litre here in England). At home I usually pace my milk intake throughout the day. But because of my circumstances I'm forced to consume as much as possible at brekkie. So this morning I claimed my milk. I began eating my cereal when a girl sat across from me. (We'll call her thief #1). So theif #1 sits down across from me and grabs my litre. She then proceeds to pour some of MY milk on Her cereal. I was shocked! Luckily I had enough grace to let her enjoy her cereal. After she finished pouring My milk, I grabbed it from the middle of the table. This time I kept one hand on My milk while I finished my brekkie. Because of the increasing crowd I decided to guzzel my milk in a corner. As I got up another girl (thief # 2) asked me if I'd pour her some of My milk. I was appalled. Unfortunately I was too nice. Yet again I saw more of my litre flow away. Immediately after I poured her a glass I downed what was left of My milk. Needless to say, I've been craving milk all day.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
melting on a pan, but frozen like a block of spam.
Half is whole,
When a choice is placed before you, which do you take? Just because an individual is a friend does not mean they can break the rules. But they are a friend and deserve loyalty. When is an individual worthy of a second chance?
A rainy day is awfully dry.
Respect: to show regard or consideration for;
Through out life we will have opportunities to practice respect
Half is whole,
When a choice is placed before you, which do you take? Just because an individual is a friend does not mean they can break the rules. But they are a friend and deserve loyalty. When is an individual worthy of a second chance?
A rainy day is awfully dry.
Respect: to show regard or consideration for;
Through out life we will have opportunities to practice respect
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Addiction
Adieu Adieu, For I am lacking you.
Oh so creamy white!
You're wetting my appetite.
Away I'll steal, for a drop of heavenly dew.
Kai po, they'll cry.
But you're so magnificent to my eye.
Adieu Adieu, They refuse to let me at you.
Oh so creamy white!
You're wetting my appetite.
Away I'll steal, for a drop of heavenly dew.
Kai po, they'll cry.
But you're so magnificent to my eye.
Adieu Adieu, They refuse to let me at you.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Adventures of Yonvich and Goulaf (The biggest flower in the history of mankind is visited by the brothers)
"Goulaf this is a big flower," Yonvich declared as he starred into the depths of an enormous flower.
"Yes indeed it is. I can just picture myself bathing in such a large blossom," Goulaf replied as he scrunched his face in imagination.
"Well Goulaf, this has been an adventure. What do we visit next?" Yonvich asked.
Goulaf's eyes twinkled as he said, "Yonvich my brother, we shall travel two and one half hours North to the land of York. I would very much like it if we travelled to the homeland of the brilliant peppermint York".
With that the two brothers turned from the worlds largest flower and marched back the way they had come.
"Yes indeed it is. I can just picture myself bathing in such a large blossom," Goulaf replied as he scrunched his face in imagination.
"Well Goulaf, this has been an adventure. What do we visit next?" Yonvich asked.
Goulaf's eyes twinkled as he said, "Yonvich my brother, we shall travel two and one half hours North to the land of York. I would very much like it if we travelled to the homeland of the brilliant peppermint York".
With that the two brothers turned from the worlds largest flower and marched back the way they had come.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Recognizance
a Dangerous Story greets him
attentively,
Redness Has united, “ fight the English?”
Risked station, small,
speaks improvement.
AND with care, buy that of equality
A seasons blushing torrent,
like God Twisting Water.
Blocking Here The Doors of Dangerous Peasants
never a stream against
the downpours of the English.
I’d rather be the son of that cave.
Salty against the purchase,
Empty from the market.
Yet a Parcel of worship,
Itself Empty of a purchase
does unite me.
A collapse of History salutes carefully.
Are we capable of congratulations?
Aye, my Knickers are in a Grateful bunch.
attentively,
Redness Has united, “ fight the English?”
Risked station, small,
speaks improvement.
AND with care, buy that of equality
A seasons blushing torrent,
like God Twisting Water.
Blocking Here The Doors of Dangerous Peasants
never a stream against
the downpours of the English.
I’d rather be the son of that cave.
Salty against the purchase,
Empty from the market.
Yet a Parcel of worship,
Itself Empty of a purchase
does unite me.
A collapse of History salutes carefully.
Are we capable of congratulations?
Aye, my Knickers are in a Grateful bunch.
Malignation
In a crowd,
drowning out the slightest
sound.
I've become a bitter, resentful mound.
Maturing flesh
marinating in a perturbent mess.
Enclosed by customs seen,
but not yet met.
My heart resides
yet does not rise.
drowning out the slightest
sound.
I've become a bitter, resentful mound.
Maturing flesh
marinating in a perturbent mess.
Enclosed by customs seen,
but not yet met.
My heart resides
yet does not rise.
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