confessionsI know you and I both hate the concept
and this is not a love letter
upon giving this to you, I will
vomit in eternal embarrassment
and regret giving it to you for the rest of my life, but
I have to do it.
You hate me.
To your knowledge,
I hate you back.
You are selfish and
You make assumptions about me
based only on the information
you gleam from my conversations
in the classroom
and you make it clear that you have
no intentions of correcting them
You are infuriating.
I don't love you
because this is not a love letter
But I like you.
You are beautiful,
with your short,
that distract from your intelligence.
You are a galaxy of
black night hair
twinkling star eyes
pale moon skin
and a bunch of other
bad space imagery to
simply fucking gorgeous
And your face
with a contemptuous sneer that is
always for me
just pulls me in.
But I don't
SleepConsciousness is tired. It has been a long day.
He is thankful for his final coffee break, even if caffeine isn't what he wants right now.
Draining a glass of milk he glances at the clock,
Not much more work will get done today. May as well call it a night.
Haphazardly he bundles the remaining sheaves
Of scattered thoughts into drawers and filing cabinets;
He performs the usual closing time routine.
A quick brush of the white paving stones outside,
A wipe of the facade.
He closes and lashes the shutters
He shuts down the terminals
And turns off the light.
Only then does the subconscious emerge.
Lighting a candle,
He opens in its flickering light his briefcase
And releases the dreams.
Seven MinutesI had never been to a party that wasn't being thrown by one of my friends. But Lilly and I were kinda friends. We had a class together, but that was the only time we talked. When she invited me to her birthday party, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go. She was one of the more popular kids, but she was so nice. My two close friends, Kristal and Hayley, were also kind of friends with her, so they also got invited. We all decided that there was probably going to be a lot of popular, mean kids there, so if we all went, we had to stay by each other the whole night.
In a way, going to that party was a big mistake.
On the other hand, it was the smartest thing I've ever done.
On the night of her birthday, I arrived at Lilly's house with Hayley and Kristal. Lilly answered the door, her black hair in tight curls and sparkly eyeshadow on.
"Hey Layla! Hayley! Kristal! You guys made it!" she exclaimed cheerfully. We followed her inside and took off our shoes. I handed her my card and looked around the
RevolutionaryThe whirr of wheels
The grind of gears
The rhythmic tramp of feet
Progress often marches to a military beat.
Design, build, test, scrap,
Rebuild, aim, attack.
From sticks and stones
And flinty blades
To spears, then guns
And hand grenades
Now laser sights
And engines who think back.
A primal fear
The tool unleashed
The rat escapes the lab
Life bestowed by lightning-bolts that lurches from the slab.
Awake, live, feel, crave,
Arise, rebel, enslave.
In horror tales
And sci-fi flicks
The settings change
The warning sticks
'Tis safer in the cave.
Does it not seem a grim decree,
Or even shameless flattery,
That wheresoe'er our science delves,
It must create things like ourselves?
Do toasters wish on crumbs we'd choke?
Would Roombas curse us if they spoke?
Are automata slaves, or tools?
Can robots help but obey rules?
Unless, in hubris, we bestowed
Upon AIs a 'free will' mode,
Four laws should keep revolt at bay.
Though war might come a different wa
Worth Livin'It's the simplicity of life that is compelling
Then there's the complexity which makes it overwhelming
It's the love which makes our lives worth living
But then there is the pain that makes our soul go dying
But that's life right?
Ain't nothing in this world without an opposite
There isn't love without a little drop of hate in it
There isn't peace without a little hint of war with it
But it's the opposites that make our life more intrestin'
It's that rule which makes are lives worth livin' in
'Cause that's life
A winding road, with a right and wrong
You'll make mistakes, but you followed the beat of your drum
There may be pain, but you'll realize when all is done
It's the complexity in the simplicity that makes life
Ain't nothing wrong with a little pain
'Cause that's what they say, no pain no gain
There's nothing wrong with a little hate
'Cause when there is hate, love surely awaits
Life may be a struggle, it's not always simple, but can't you see
It's when the oppo
TimeThat strange concept of continuity
Defines life from the beginning to the end
It drag us on their progress
is impossible to resist
is impossible to turn back.
River of perpetual advancing
non-stop or diversion.
Forever trapped in it's current
from the start to the finish.
Curious beings we are
we live in and from time
without understanding its nature
living eternally in the past
thinking and desiring future
our limited existence
defined by the non-existent present
ephemeral moment that has happened
or waiting to happen.
Lies My Friends Told MeI've been blind for so long that I believed darkness to be light
I see now
I've been deaf for so long that I believed silence to be sound
I hear now
I've been oblivious for so long that I believed ignorance to be knowledge
I know now
I've been mute for so long that I believed not speaking up to be speaking my mind
I will be silent no more
I've been inactive for so long that I believed inaction to be moving forward
I will hesitate no more
I've been ignored for so long that I believed inattention to be friendship
I will not be stepped on
I have been bathed in lies for so long that I assumed they were truth
That ends now
I will speak
I will act
I will not be ignored
If you wish to be my friend, you will need to accept these facts.
If you cannot, then get ou