Even in the midst of the automated
rehydrated
underrated
fires of my mind
I can't sleep under
these conditions
and why should I
filled up with greed and pining
nevermind the winning and the
shining
let alone
the sinning and the dining

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Well it all goes towards what it is
we're trying to say.

THINGS THAT ARE NOT ENOUGH TO PUT BETWEEN MYSELF AND THIS

What are "my eyelids" ?

O Brother, where art thou?

Die dunkelste Nacht

There are too many secrets
surging through me

and they're not all mine.

There's not enough room for them

and they know that.

It's too cold

(but they don't think so)

and I feed them well.

And I watch them devour 

the death that despises me.

There are too many of them hovering 

over me when I sleep.

And the voices sound like mine.

But the terrors from Hell aren't mine.

And my screams don't even curdle their blood,

they entertain them.

Sometimes I am obscene, and it's

all just entertainment.

But when I attack them in the name of God

I'd like back all the things

I don't deserve, please.

And they whisper lies to me at night.

And they ridicule me at night.

And I need to stay awake.

Oh, Dear Jesus may the

scales of lies be shed from my eyes

that believed them.

The slick and sly and skilled disguise

will not be soon forgotten.

Fight, fight fight fight.

Fight fight fight fight fight. Fight.

Fight fight. Bleed. Fight bleed.

No sleep.

It's won.

And isn't this all so convenient

to have another thing to blame but myself.

"Sounds like a personal problem."

You're right.

Good night, darkest night.

Hoppe hoppe Reiter
wenn er fällt, dann schreit er,
fällt er in den Teich,
find't ihn keinter gleich. 


Hoppe hoppe Reiter
wenn er fällt, dann schreit er,
fällt er in den Graben,
fressen ihn die Raben.


Hoppe hoppe Reiter
wenn er fällt, dann schreit er,
fällt er in den Sumpf,
dann macht der Reiter... Plumps!

Alexis Renee

The day you were born,

so were a lot of other babies.

But I only remember one of them

‘cause my parents brought it back to our house.

It’s a good thing, too, because

you make me laugh harder than most people can laugh,

and laughing is a life-lengthener. So, thanks.

I owe most of my life to you.

You’re not just hilarious, though.

You’re good at lots of stuff.

Like writing (even though you don’t think so),

and playing soccer.

I love that you’re so sentimental.

You kept a bunch of acorns from our old house.

And you still have your baby teeth

(but not in your mouth.)

You kept the last grass Cally ever laid on, too.

I watched you watch her die and you cried

so I cried- just like I did when you told me

about Opa sleeping peacefully because God is awake.

As your older sister, I have a responsibility

to teach you how to do things.

I taught you how to shave your legs.

But you taught me how to use a tampon.

I suppose I have to teach you not to do things, too.

Like smoke. I’m glad that made you angry.

Thank you for caring enough to write

me and Kai those notes.

I’m watching you get older through pictures.

You’re beautiful and I’m missing it.

Did you get your eyebrows done recently?

Hahahahaha! Giggs.

I hope you never stop living a life worth writing about

or forget that better things are coming.

Thanks for standing in the lake with me that day

and for holding my hand under the water.

I’d say you have a heart of gold,

but that’s pretty overused so I’ll say

you have a heart of some other precious metal instead.

I’ll let you know when I think of one that’s good enough.

Something That Means Something

Find the beauty of God. That is an imperative sentence. There are 1,618 characters in this poem. It is still a poem even though there are no line breaks. 1,645 if you include the title. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. That is an example of a sentence that includes every letter of the alphabet. Seven letters make up two words that make up the shortest verse in the Bible. Jesus wept. The Bible is made up of sixty-six books. Somebody said if you understand this verse, you don’t need to read anymore. You will have learned everything. Somebody should say something about when to type numbers like this 3 or like this three. When his character cried, John Barth wrote, “His eyes watered, there aren’t enough ways to say that.” I don’t think many ways are necessary. Near my home there is a church where a large sculpture of Jesus hangs from the ceiling. A proper sentence only needs a subject and a verb to be considered complete. He is just above the congregation and I’m worried He’s going to fall down. Sometimes the subject is understood: (You) Go. (You) Be. He is very large and I do not think those cords will support Him. One should not begin a sentence with a conjunction. But I have a friend who says, “He’s tied up pretty good. I’ve never even seen him sway.” Thank God. It is a common misconception that one should refrain from using a preposition to end a sentence with. He doesn’t even sway. English is one of the most difficult languages to learn. A girl I knew used to say, “May God bless you and keep you forever and ever. Amen.” I wrote used to say because she has since died. She used to say this after a sneeze. Did you feel the cool breeze? That is an interrogative sentence. I suppose she would say it still, were she alive. Please (you) interject with a response. And I suppose she would even still mean it. There are a lot of rules to break here. Everyone wants to [say] [do] [be] something that means something. And when you find it, thank Him for it. 

Take Away

Seldom going on about

The way the rain can speak

To think the count was higher now

Than ever it would peak

To rush around through falling wet

Accompanied by none

And twirling in the loathsome dim

Enchanted by its shun

Mirrored in each dewy piece

Making beauty where it went

And creeping suddenly about

In all the time it spent

Thrashing through the space between

The unbecoming sway

An unimaginable gaze

To take the breath away

The glow surrounding at this point

Was woven by the dawn

And there was no good reason

It should be sung as a song