Horror movies no longer do their job
No longer do they instill fear
Nor do they shake my bones
All they manage is to annoy to no end
Sending me screaming at the TV
To just use the car
Or ensure the Killers drawn their last breath
But all that happens is im left feeling
Like the teacher trying to explain
Something as simple as the ABC
Without any success
I went into the movie theater with Joe
The plot drew me in, I went with the flow
The hero had flaws, the heroine was odd
Suddenly I leapt up and shouted "Oh God"
The emotional blowtorch had let out a blast
A reminder of my sickening past.
Joe led me outside to the cool evening air
He asked, "what possessed you to disrupt in there?"
My reaction died down, the alarm turned off
I looked around, gave an embarrassed cough.
Joe said "There's a psychiatrist down the road"
I replied, "No doctor can lighten this load."
I said that edges are blunted, when reality is stark.
I live in a watercolor picture rather than sharp
Joe downplayed my past, but looked sad:
he said "your shouting makes us look mad"
So I'll go without Joe to the movies, that's where I feel:
Maybe in that false world I briefly get real.
A cage opens that routine shuts tight
I can return to darkness when they turn on the light.
Joe and I can go fishing, that's still alright.
Hauling gravel.
A bath filled with seaweed.
Burbles near the stars.
While seeking.
Mental illness is one.
Grappling hooks turned inwards.
Very grave like a bowl of coffee grounds.
Smells ground.
As I grab a speech bubble which can translate anything.
It doesn’t pop.
All I say is-
Gloop.
And the mental illness stoops lower.
It’s in second place, while I’m in third, and guess what? My least favorite movie is first.
I want a love like in the movies
Where you pull up in your car at my house
And my sisters are yelling at me for making you wait
I want a love like in the movies
Where we go to a fun park
Where you and I sit next to each other, yelling out curse words
I want a love like in the movies
Where my toes are covered in the sand
As it falls from your fingers while I stare at the sea
If you shrink to compactness, I’ll put you in my pocket
If you grow big and towering, I’ll climb into your sleeve
If you whisper gently, I’ll lean in close, intently
And close I will stay
A whisper away
Because you are me
and I am you
And whatever you name me
I will answer to
And if you can fly
I can too
If you’re a bird, I’m a bird
I know I’m really shaking the flu thing because I awoke at 4am totally energised. The first thing I did was Lysol all of my computers and gadgets. Peter was sleeping, but holding the Lysol can, I eyed him - finally deciding that spraying him down might wake him up.
At 4:30am I texted Charles, “Let’s run” and he was grinning outside my door at 5:30am (our regular time).
Why did they remake the Wuthering Heights movie? We had to read WH in 10th grade - it’s like 350 pages of unhinged gossip and Heathcliff, the dark, Byronic, anti-hero is a paranoid narcissist that any modern girl would dump the first time he mouthed off.
None of my Grammy picks, though nominated, won anything. I guess I’m old and out of touch.
sad, fat, cat hat - I suppose I had to rhyme something.
see ya.
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Songs for this:
The world I used to know by Rod McKuen
Better Everyday by sadHAPPY
Kissing Strangers by DNCE
Dive In (feat. Notelle) by Westend
Watched a first-run movie
From the comfort of my couch,
An experience to which
So many folks could likely vouch.
You can’t beat the convenience
And the snacks my kitchen holds,
Plus the fact that I can pause things,
Even as the plot unfolds.
There’s no outerwear to deal with
And no bus or cab or train
And it doesn’t matter if, outside,
There’s cold or snow or rain.
Yet I kind of miss the theaters
Crammed with fellow movie buffs,
Though, at times, your seatmates seemed like
Slobs or boors or lowlife scruffs.
Yes, I know I can return to
Those few theaters that exist,
But when Netflix has a current film,
It’s too hard to resist.
Under the pretext of care
a real care takes place,
and the worries are over
at least until the next morning
with its muted white light
but what an advantage, dear
you are at home
the winds and rains are outside -
sometimes it’s important to notice
but later, maybe the same evening
it doesn’t matter
because the night creeps in
as it usually does, all of sudden
and like in the old movies
the sign” the end” appears
in the damp air
over the darkened foliage.
6.Konosuba: Is It Wrong for King David to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?.
My life is a psalm filled with poetic justice.
For all the giants I slew,
I still see myself in king Saul .
Consulting the dead on the self fulfilling prophecy of my falling on my sword.
Zombies accompany my harp with shrieks of Dolores O'Riordan,
As I seek to meditate on how life is a never ending war.
A short lived conquest over temptation,
A pyrrhic victory that claimed my sons.
All I'm left with are the lessons from proverbs,
The fear of God put in me, left from the boldness of youth.
Not any wiser, just sneakier.
Age bends spine when I just want to walk upright in Notre dame.
To stand up for love not having ever stood it up,
But I don't see how that is possible now.
I have gambled it away to earn myself this hatred.
I don't know where to start fixing the broken trust,
But if nothing else, believe I loved you.
If not, believe i loved you and a lot(...they really meant nothing,babe).
Holding a boom box on your front yard,
I bring the arc(k) home, dancing a fool outside you window.
4.In Time.
I find myself looking forward to the future,
Anticipating all our problems.
How we will fix them 'cause I have so much hope in us.
Trusting our belief in God,
Yet not knowing how I feel about how different we sometimes are.
While we are so alike where it matters,
I'm trying to figure out how not to die a little inside over the little things I overthink.
'Cause I'm such a whimsical weirdo
And you the coolest girl in class.
I come with insecurities I haven't told you about,
While you are a mother and the oldest child.
I need to get a grip and you need to let loose,
So let me twirl you amidst a field of daisies.
I would have loved to have a picnic and do taxes with you.
These are just my ideas,
Do you want to tell me what to do?
Your father set you a good example of what a man is,
but I had to learn to love myself as a human being.
I will till the soil should I have to,
But do you want to come and build sandcastles with me.
I have found love is not a compromise,
But a commute.
So let's always come home to our fragile dreams in our off days.
5.Temptation On The Mountain Top.
Follow the smoke signal,
And come put out this fire.
Or could it be that I'm camping out alone in this lonely island.
The view of the vast sea with its many fish isn't helping my apprehension.
God, come down and talk to me,
Cause I don't trust the morning star shining in the northern sky,
Telling me home is where the heart is.
Or just give me the courage to reach across the distance to my missing girl,
And hold her hand in this.
I've never wanted more for lust to feel like not sinning.
Cause the right thing don't seem to come fast enough.
I've tried fasting ,but maybe desire is just as much a hunger.
The truth is hard to swallow, but I just don't know which lie to buy
Living a borrowed life on wages of sin.
I'm convinced I can have another day to repent,
If only I can spend a night with you.
Turns out I'm not as righteous of a man as I'd like to be.
Not trying to see the big picture, I only want a peek(peak).
Sitting listening to the sermon on the mount,
Overlooking the kingdoms of the world and their glory,
I notice Bathsheba bathed in the light of God out in the terrace.
3.Watercolors.
I could talk about love,
The rainbows she painted at the end of my dark skies,
But I'm colour blind.
And this congenital defect is exactly why I'm the worst.
Kissing her is painful,
From sadness that injects into my lips like lip fillers.
Scars from going under the knife extending both sides of my smile like the joker.
The big picture filters everything else as we then pose side by side.
Disguising the stained armour with a polished glint
Because it matters what she thinks as part of the collective good
Maybe I'm not the hero she deserves, but have deemed myself one she needs right now.
The magic we conjured deceives just like the bible says,
It is a sleight of hand by a villainous clown everybody hates to love.
All along she's been the one.
0. Source Code.
Red pill or blue pill?
Antipsychotic to calm the rage against machine,
And see the light of God.
A love I had only caught glimpse of.
She promised to fulfill the deepest desires of my heart .
Maybe from the start, we should not have leaned on our own understanding,
But it is not wrong to hope.
So we worked hard to make things work.
We made the call, and maybe hallucinated God on the other end.
A leap of faith that made us think we could reach heaven in one step.
When we were flying high it felt like we were.
Love had me blind like Neo,but I understood the coded language of her shy demeanor.
Like how she turned away when I tried to kiss her the first time...
I'm not a machine, so how could it not hurt.
A memory tucked away insecurely in the recesses of my mind.
We managed, however, to live long enough to see me become a villain
Threatening to break the dream we made into reality.
It's raining harder, my shoes are now full of water.
Yeah, we may have hit our ceiling with the dark clouds plastered ,
But then you kiss me and it's like a reset.
It feels like the start of a movie I've seen before.
As the world unfurls
in Rembrandt's muddy pastel
Little Susie curls her knees
right on cue, credence that
there's clear water here, a
revival of Hawkins and
Burton's swamp spell
When I tried to leave her
dream, she called back:
‘Freddy, come save me!’
I know that it's cruel to
replace her, though her
night terrors are negotiated
and I awaken her fears
"My eyes were never shut that night,
As I pulled my soul in the concept of Magnetic field,
I looked through the reality of poets,
It can be anyone- an engineer, an artist
or a man with a broken heart,
since hearts are meant to broke
so a soul can join them
in pieces again,
Though Love and Sorrow."
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