Still hereI also have two short stories written, but I haven't decided if I want to put them here or not. I haven't bothered with any prose before because all of it ends up turning into pieces of novels that I will probably never finish, but these two are definitely staying as short stories. So they're capable of going up if y'all want to read them. Let me know.
~james-the-game
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Wonderful DreamWhat I want and reality Are never the same- Never even possible. The two scorn the very idea of each other.Wonderful Dream
So what is this wonderful dream? And how is it that when I woke this morning You were still here?
I smile, you smile, People are proud of us- Even jealous.
But someone told me you’re not real; What if you’re not real? You can’t be real.
When I wake up in the morning, Surely you’ll be gone, And I can get back to my regularly scheduled misery.
by ~james-the-game
Ode to ApathyApathy, my dearest friend: It seems to me we meet again. Is this cycle at an end, Or is that stop sign just pretend?Ode to Apathy
Last week’s anger faded away; Paranoia is gone today. Empty slate is here to stay, Mind so blank, nothing to say.
Chances taken all are past, Actors here are all typecast; In the corners, clutching brass- No ambition in this class.
Slipping sideways at a crawl; If I don’t stand then I can’t fall; Alcohol could solve it all, I don’t fear the Reaper’s call.
Will I one day pay for thi
by ~james-the-game
Hollow LifeI don’t think I would feel a thing Even if this cigarette lighter burned a hole Straight through my head.Hollow Life
I could be locked in this prison for the rest of my life- Denied parole or pardon, And I will never go insane; I’d scream “I earned this” until I died.
My hand and this page and my rage could fall off; All I would do is stare and laugh At the mess on the ground before me.
Sometimes I think I could grow wings, Fly off into the blue sky; But what if birds all fly at the sun? My end would come before it began.
I
by ~james-the-game
Mindless? MiserySometimes I feel like the stupidest person alive, Like I was last in line when they handed out brains, So the one I got was totally rotten- Empty inside, no use to anyone.Mindless? Misery
How can I be a genius when I feel this way? I lost all I had because I wanted to; Maybe needed, too; I can’t even tell anymore.
There are days I stay in bed, So I don’t have to face the world, Hide in my cave until forced out- Because it’s easier that way.
The things that are right for me Look like poison with my eyes like this; I rip the 3D glasses off, &
by ~james-the-game
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Mr. Proxby ~EvavonTrier
Spring OptimismSpring OptimismSpring Optimism
The wind's soft caress Feels like your hands... Whispers on my arms Fingers through my hair.
Cotton, one-hundred percent Not a jacket, but arms, Your embrace- warm With you, I am safe.
Voices of strangers I hear only you... Kind words of love Soft lips I long to kiss.
Miles become moments, Not together, nor apart. The promise of tomorrow Keeps you here today.
by ~Shamula
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After I get all of the old poems up, I may start writing more volume and more seriously, as well as getting a few essays and similar things up. I wonder if my horrible handwriting and odd looking penmanship counts as an abstract artform? If it does I may even doodle for you.
Later
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