Ode to the TVI hate that stupid box. Like a dumb oxOde to the TV
it melts one’s brain away, into mellow decay,
loud, garish and gruesome,
odious, non-melodious, chaotic,
disrupting my precious concentration,
killing the vitalization of my poetic climax.
How I would love to smash you into tiny bits,
see your sparks lit and then fade with your parade of tiny people,
along with the sticker that says you were made in Japan,
the place you began to infect the world with your annoying existence.
For as long as you live I will se
Inner Trip To Hell“All these feelings, make them stop!”Inner Trip To Hell
The voices, the memories,
one atop the other, ate my insides consuming my essence, until
I trembled in meek despair, chanting again and again a vague phrase of reassurance: “I’m ok; I’m ok; I’m ok; I’m ok.” But I wasn’t.
They kept pounding on my door, dissolving the floor, the walls,
making me fall and drop with a ghastly scream inside a cage, through a void devoid of age and time, bound for nothing but torture in a God-less plane of fire an
Dried Up RiverI am afraid that, one day,Dried Up River
the words will cease to flow.
That the muse I carry with me dies
and falls below and beyond my reach,
not being able to breach or brake
the seal of expiration, without explanation
as to why I crashed and burned,
and the talent that I yearned
disappeared into thin air.
What would happen if the lair
of thought in my brain popped
and died, and cruelly denied my pencil
the chance to provoke thought,
or write what I must, what I ought?
My new cyber kitty!
--
Fan art de ME!!
SFA comics
WANT AWESOME RANDOMNESS!!!!
--
Heart speaks to heart.
My Gallery|My Website
MoRi
--
C o r o n e t + C r o w n . c o m
Previous Page12345...Next Page