Success Through Failure
© 2011
"Fiction causes friction,"
Heard the walking Contradiction,
Paying close attention to the fairly biased diction.
Taking this all to heart,
The Contradiction founded art,
Trying desperately to see what's been tearing him apart.
"You see," he said, "I'm fine
When you're not swallowing my wine,
Or crossing the line dividing yours from mine."
But alas, there is no greater success than receiving the product of failure.
Imaginary Confinement
© 2011
Have you ever tried to imagine yourself
Eternally locked behind a windowless door?
No one to speak to, just those to speak of;
No one to hear you, just silence to listen for;
No one to play with, just parts to act out;
No one to sleep with, just a sheet on the floor;
No one to hold you, just padded walls to cuddle;
No one to place blame upon, just yourself to deform;
No one to comfort you, just yourself to calm down;
And no one to tell you the time;
Just your shadows to explore.
The Monster in the Wall
© 2011
He could see clearly now:
The monster was in the wall,
Its rancid breath seeping through the wall outlets.
He could hear distinctly now:
An ominous foreboding, and continuous thump,
Though he couldn't quite decipher if it was just his heart
Or the monster in the wall.
It became so obvious now:
The wily monster living in the wall
Was plotting an ambush to devour the soul of the little boy.
It was set in stone now:
The promise of doom came nigh with each thump,
Growing louder, reinforcing the covenant
Made by the monster in the wall.
The Beautiful Fish of the Ocean
© 2011
Dry fish,
Dead fish,
Die fish, die!
Shy fish,
Shred fish,
Sigh fish, sigh!
Bleed it first the gut it clean!
Eat its gills! Much more obscene!
Dead fish,
dry fish,
Die fish, die!
