#1
There is, in my hand,
a mug that holds
something that is
supposed to pass as
a maciato, or something like it.
Between alternating
sips of whatever
occupies my mug
and drags from a cigarette
that I am not really enjoying
all that much
(Because of the brand.),
I can't help that my
mind wanders over to
you, and who I used to be.
I wonder, really,
If I had only been different,
maybe you would exist
some place other than
between my right and left ears.
'But I assure you, I do!' you cry
from behind my eyes,
somewhere in my mind,
some place place not yet touched
by the shit and sin
that fills the rest of me.
While I am both stunned
and pleased with your attempt
to deceive me, I know that
this is the first sign
that you are no longer safe
from the sickness
that infects the world outside
of the beautiful prison
I have constructed for you
within the walls
of my heart and mind.
I wonder, really,
how long it will be
before you are taken from me,
before even the best parts of myself
are no longer tangible enough to be
amplified and projected
onto a person that only I
have beared witness to,
have wept with,
have loved,
have shared secrets about myself
that even I am not fully aware of with.
I wonder, really,
if, when the day comes
that I can search endlessly
and no longer find you,
will you truly be gone?
Can you ever truly be gone?
Maria, I say to you
that the inevitibility
of your dissappearance
is the greatest tragedy
man will ever be
made to suffer through.
Even now,
I search the narrow and
unforgiving alley ways
that fill the empty space
between my thoughts.
Maria, Maria,
Where are you?
Where have you gone to?
#2
read this aloud to yourself and note how awkward some of the run on sentences sound. i think it's too long and bland. find what works and keep it (shit and sin was good) dump the rest
I want Super Saiyan abilities