Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
you can only see through the keyhole but you’re never meant to go through the door She wrote the words on a napkin as she watched from her lone table the couple holding hands and kissing a few tables away Then she turned the napkin on the other side and wrote Maybe I should just stop searching and start writing poetry followed by a smiley face that she copied with her own
Well no wonder he kept dying or the police would catch up to him in the first minute after hitting someone or stealing a car. The game was for big kids. It said so on the box. He got bored despite all the things he could do and put the controller down. He looked around the living room went into the kitchen She was nowhere He went upstairs opened the door to the bedroom and, well, she was there sprawled on the bed naked filming herself with her phone while continually stabbing herself between the legs with... a lightsaber? It seemed painful too. She was gasping. "What are you doing?" he asked. And her response was a scream She pulled the lightsaber thingy out and threw it under the bed and turned off the phone. "Hey, what did I tell you about entering without knocking?" "Nothing," he said. "Well... Just... Just don't tell anyone about it, okay? And why did you come upstairs anyway? "I'm sorry. Look, I keep dying at the game." She came downstairs with him grabbed the controller unpaused the game "Watch this." Circle, Right, Circle, Right, Left, Square, Triangle, Up She passed the controller to him "Okay, now go kill somebody." he crossed the street and punched an old lady to death and then stomped on her body everyone saw that no police showed up no yellow stars. Nothing. "Whaaaaat? I don't believe it." He wandered into the street, stopped a car opened the driver's door pulled the driver out beat him to death and stole the car. No police "How did you do it?" "A boyfriend taught me. Along with many, many other things. You can even get a device that lets you fly." "I don't believe it!" "Believe it. Infinite health too. I can do that for you. If, of course..." "Yes, yes! I'll keep the secret. I swear! And I swear to God you're the best, best babysitter I've ever had. This! This is what I'm gonna tell dad when he gets home. I swear!" "Don't bother. He knows."
the little building was made of wood though it looked sturdy enough the high windows were barred and he could only see part of the girl’s face as she called out to him from inside “If you got a good drill,” she said, “you could make a hole in the wall and stick it in. I’ll take care of the rest real nice for you.” “What?” he said “What? Don’t you wanna help a poor girl in distress, Mister?” He blinked. “How... would that help?” “Tremendously,” she said. “If you get me pregnant it’ll mean I’ll be set free.” But somebody else called out to him before he could ask his next ‘what?’ A man coming from behind the building. “Hey! It’s off limits here, stranger. Away with you before trouble sparks, got it?” The girl disappeared from the window He raised his hands slowly and backed away apologizing to…
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Dad was fat all his life Obese He couldn’t do a lot of things. Walk without special help Bathe Climb stairs Sit in a normal chair Drive a normal car Sleep in a normal bed And say “I love you, son.” To draw those words out of his dad he became a cartoonist, but that also failed. And now that his father was dead, collapsed face down on the kitchen floor, blood seeping out of a head wound, he struggled to turn him over on his back and dipped his finger in the blood and drew a speech bubble next to his father’s head and wrote in it the famous words. Finally. “I love you too, dad.”
because it’s nice to be young because it’s nice to be in your early to mid twenties and it’s nice to do the thing after you’ve done the thing the thing that comes after you’ve done the thing is always the same but the thing that leads to the thing is often different this night it was white powder they shared it neatly between each other and then climbed into bed “Christ,” he said. “I still can’t believe you sucked dick for this shit. And a carload of it. What was it, like four, five guys?” “Oh, shut your hole, you pauper-ass. If you had a job like a decent motherfucker I wouldn’t have to do that shit, you know?” “Shit, baby, don’t make this trip worse than it is.” “You started it.” “Whatever, let’s just get to the next thing already.” “I haven’t even bathed. You know, after taking on that carload…” But it was too late to think. the first thing kicked in hard and it lead to the other and a brain wasn’t needed for any of them and the cold wind blew through the broken window and dried their sweat
I liked her dad He was an interesting guy preached all day long about smartphone addiction while his daughter was on her smartphone, ignoring him “A human life,” he was saying. “Controlled by a piece of plastic with lights. A destiny completely determined by a machine designed by corporations to become god, to claim souls. How blind, how utterly and impossibly blind a whole generation of human beings can be. To willingly subject themselves to slavery like that. Their thumbs and fingers always tap-tap-tapping that screen as if trying to break their soul free from beyond. But it never happens. You cannot break a door by merely knocking on it...” “Whatever, dude,” said his daughter with the phone before her face He shook his head and then looked at me. This time I too was looking at my phone. “I see she has corrupted you too,” he said. “Shame. I…
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They had the poor girl lie on the cold tile floor and then they all pissed on her and you could hear them tell her to open her mouth wide and stick her tongue out It was one of the poorest videos on the site but the women watching it recognized the girl She went to the same high school as them back in the day So trashy porn is what she turned to Not exceptionally unusual, but one of the kids running in the park before them was her child Just eight or nine "You know," said one of them. "Like it or not it's just a matter of time until our sons catch wind of this and then..." "Oh my..." "Goodness!" "The sins of the parents are visited upon the children. It's not fair. Imagine the life her poor kid's gonna have." "Yeah, our own kids might very well be the bullies, we'll never know. Like I said, it's a matter of time..." "Well, goodness, what can we do about it?" "Flag the video?" "You know it won't work..." "Oh, I got an idea. What if... you know, what if we all uploaded sexy vids of us. Um, not necessarily as trashy as this one but just pornographic enough. The boys won't be able to gang up and bully one if all their mothers did it... Right? C'mon, let's do it for that poor kid. Think about his future..." The other mothers looked at her and they kept looking mute until one of them pulled out her smartphone
those cold evenings coming inside the house and crying "Mom, I'm hungry." A whirl on the heels A stare colder than the outside weather Hands on her hips "Show me your tongue." The little mouth opens and the tongue comes out She stares at it and then grabs it between her thumb and index and studies it, gives it a rub and declares: "No. You're not that hungry. Get out of here and leave me alone." And her words carry the finality of God's words from the Bible because she is the god of this small world and her word is law
Here it is. THE MUSE'S BAD TOUCH A collection of dark poems highlighting the toxic and deadly relationship between poet and muse. DISCLAIMER: suitable only for a mature audience. D' you like the cover? I designed it myself ∩(・ω・)∩ Check out the free sample poems (and maybe leave a review). Thanks! I don't wanna say that the poems contained in this book are dark. It would sound pretentious right off the bat. But, yeah, between dark and light, you know already where they stand.
my neighbor from upstairs claims that God sticks post-it notes on his fridge overnight I did ask him what they said but he only told me that I'll have to follow him to church if I want to find out I'm generally not a very curious guy so I declined and, what do you know, few days later I see lots of other people following my neighbor to church They all looked the other way when I passed by them and said hi Thing is I don't even doubt God spoke to my neighbor through post-it notes and gave a lot of people hope I just like being the outsider more than I like being hopeful
Daydreaming as a profession 