Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
The driver:
He’s got the best chance
at survival in a car crash
That’s why he made it
and the other three didn’t
Having the seat belt on
also helped immensely
Knowing that the accident
would happen was also
a plus
Yep, the only minus of the situation
was having to pretend
he had PTSD and depression
and whatnot
for causing the deaths
of three close friends
who had talked his fiancé
into a gangbang
the night before
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FADE AWAY
Why was there a poster in his room
that said FADE AWAY?
It’s been around
since forever
now that he thought about it
And until today
there was no reason
to even think about it
Life was happening fast
It happened so fast
that it’s been 52 years
since the day he was born
Today there was nothing left to do
but observe the poster
that said FADE AWAY
And there was nothing else to do
not because he’d done it all
but because he hadn’t done shit
52 years and nothing done
Nothing worthwhile anyway
But values change, man
Oh, how they change
One day you’re young
thinking failure and shame
and ridicule are what suck
Well, you’re not wrong
But
Later when you’re old
you realize nothing sucks more
than never risking these things
when you were young
Now this
So now you either tell yourself
that it is never too late to be
what you might’ve been
Or you sit alone
in your silent room
with no wife
and no kids
no pets
and a pension
that comes once a month
And slowly blink your eyes
at your poster that says
FADE AWAY
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Huge thanks to Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing this one!
Very much appreciated!
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“The angriest I ever got,” she said,
“Was with an ex-boyfriend, of course.
I just wanted him to die.
But like, not casual wanting him to die.
Really, really wishing with all my might
that he’d drop dead.
I felt I couldn’t go on living
as long as I knew he was alive.
I had to do something about it.
I was literally about to explode.
So, to prevent that, I got dressed
and despite the rain and all
I went straight to the nearest pet shop.
Bought me a hamster.
And with a red marker,
I wrote my boyfriend’s name
on its back.
And then slammed that hamster
against the wall 134 times.
For the 134 hours we’d been together.
I calmed down after that.
But, you know,
I don’t like talking
about myself all that much.
Tell me about yourself.
Also, what should we get
from the menu?
Have you decided yet?”
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Many thanks to MASTICADORES ROMANIA for publishing this one!
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Some things can never
be put back together
after they’ve been
taken apart
No matter how much
willpower is involved
One of those things,
she now knew for sure,
was a marriage
Like the one
she was presently fleeing,
flying down the highway
like a fiend or a bat out of hell
Another such thing
could be her right hand
resting severed on the seat
there beside her
Though she wasn’t so
sure about the hand
Maybe if she made it
to the hospital in time?
Maybe
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It wasn't looking good at all
the framed picture of Jesus
had cuts all over it
On the face
In the hair
On the hands joined in prayer
And the eyes were crossed out deep
and cut out
why would he
do that?
Why would a five year old do that
to the gift he got from
grandma?
Was the child possessed? Oh, God! Was
the child possessed by the devil?
They took him to church to
find out
and the priest
asked him why did he cut the Jesus
in the framed picture and
the kid said, "I wanted a bike, not a stupid
picture!"
"He is definitely possessed," said the priest
"You'll have to bring him
to church every Thursday and Sunday. And I
will give you further instructions."
Grandma fainted
mother broke down crying
Father got him a bike actually. But mother
and grandma made sure it
won't reach him. Because father left
mother and went
away to live a life of sin with another woman.
All ties had to be cut
with that sinner.
The bike was donated to a foster home where
the nuns pasted a picture of Jesus
on the basket to protect the
rider from accidents
But the first kid who rode it fell off while
climbing a slope and
the bike slid across the asphalt
leaving deep scratches into the face of Jesus
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the knight piece of
a chess board
is a sharp thing
because of the horse's pointy ears
This old man came into the ER
with one of those stuck
in his eye
and of course the medics asked how the hell
did it happen
He told them he didn't see with
that eye anyway
"Yes, but still, why did you do it? Why
would you stab the piece
into your eye like that?"
Someone whispered 'dementia'
The patient was in his mid eighties
He told them,
"I just had to get out of that place. Y'all
have anything to drink 'round here?"
The next day an article had been printed
in the local paper
titled
WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER PUT YOUR
OLD PARENTS INTO A NURSING HOME
It was long
and few people read it
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well
there's plenty of cutesy names to
call one's children
but his was 'unlovable trash'
He remembered it from the time he was in the crib
They held him there
for longer than most parents
held their kids in cribs. Though only dad
called him so
because he constantly claimed he wasn't his
unlovable trash
he had the wrong skin tone
was too pale
with curly orange hair
and freckles
but mom always pretended she didn't
hear
the words
unlovable trash
she would act as if they were never uttered
and growing up
he thought
unlovable trash was a good thing
thought it was how you show love to your loved
ones
"Mom, you’re unlovable trash."
she was so happy to hear it
she burst into tears and went into the
kitchen and uncorked a bottle of wine
and drank it all by herself. What an
unlovable trash she was
Unfortunately
by the time he could pronounce the lovely
words
father was no longer in his life
but father too
was an unlovable trash
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Daydreaming as a profession 