Troll Mountain The troll that guarded over meTroll Mountain by DerelictVampire
(Oh, who am I? I'm a book, you see)
well, this troll set me by his feet
and opened to a handsome page
in the hope one day he'd meet
a kid who wouldn't mark his age
but together they could read me fast
and walk upon the pampas grass.
He stood for such a long, long while
and waited here with me on hand,
years crept by, he lost his smile,
his toes grew down beneath the sand.
In the distance he could see a hill.
(Or maybe it was a mountain still
not made small by wind or weather,
TreesI eat a foot-long meatball sub.Trees by DerelictVampire
Olives, parmesan, a little pepper.
I decided long ago to always make this order.
With so many things to think about,
I don’t want to stress over a sandwich.
Today, it has no flavor and no satisfaction.
I don’t like them anymore.
Wiping the corners of my mouth,
I watch as the people walk in and out of Walmart.
Together, they’re bland and uninteresting.
(No point describing them.)
Alone, each one’s unique—
a whole life story, a web of experience
sticking in intricate detail to the lives of others.
The short-haired white guy walking tall and straight
like a cop…his pretty wife with the flowing white skirt…
He doesn’t like me looking at her.
Glares at me all the way out the door.
Looks like he wants to punch me.
“Man, I had no impure thoughts about your wife.
Just looking at the people. Trying not to see a crowd.
Forest for the trees, ya know?”
I don’t eat the last meatball.
Parallel UniverseThe streetlights pass by in a haze one after the nextParallel Universe by skyeconnelly
Like military drones standing reluctantly in line preparing to salute
My eyes are glued to the road yet they reflect nothing but a hollow void;
A seemingly more desirable destination than my own chamber of dread
I'm miles away in that bastard land of make-believe
Where I won't have to drink to numb the pain corroding my heart
Won't have to sedate my pounding brain and crumbling sense of self
A place where the torment just sort of...
..drifts away with the burning clouds at sunset
Then all too quickly the sound of metal crushing, twisting, contorting
Pain and despair mixed with Jack and Jim overwhelm my eardrums
My life and my insides rip apart in steady, painfully precise synchrony
My vision nothing but a blur as voices hover with all their taunting
'I told you so's and 'could have been's
Launch me across the universe and all those that lie parallel
And land me right back in this heaping pile of rubble and stinking sulfur
While I na
The Fault In Our StarsWe almost died last week, and it wasn't like how you imagined it. There weren't flowers or tumors or hospital beds. It was just us two, gazing into the mirror, peering under our frayed edges, staring through the light to the place beyond, wondering what made perfection so unobtainable. Wondering how death could manage to be so much easier than life [floating on your back, no need for oars.]The Fault In Our Stars by sense-and-stupidity
You may think I am a coward, but, darling, we are so strong, and it is all thanks to you.
You soak up love. You breathe in life and let it travel through your bloodstream. Life is like a virus injected intravenously, fighting red blood cells and capillaries for dominance over this short-circuiting system; burning away pathogens, patching stripped wires, and replacing gears that have ground to a halt. We are a machine [clunking, sputtering, grinding] but life is our grease, and we will continue on.
You absorb happiness like chloroplasts gather sunbeams, reaching up your viney arms, unfurling t
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This Isn't DyingI look out my window and whistle.This Isn't Dying by DerelictVampire
“Pretty bird, pretty bird!” My little yellow friend
is here again today, picking at the birdseed I’ve left outside.
This isn’t dying.
My cat watches intently; she’d eat him if she could.
But she’s too afraid to go out; she’s become a shut-in…like me.
This isn’t dying.
I take another blue pill, the only thing that’ll get rid
of the heebie jeebies and make me forget
that I might lose my income
if I don’t answer a questionnaire to their satisfaction.
I have to convince them to leave me alone.
Just let me be and give me money.
I won’t think about my expired driver’s license
and why I haven’t done the simple task
of driving into town to renew it.
This isn’t dying.
Old Beatles cartoons play on my computer screen.
The voices are so off it’s hilarious.
With all their resources,
why did they allow such schlocky commercialization
of their music, t
Dad Doesn't Have a Penis AnymoreDad doesn't have a penis anymore.Dad Doesn't Have a Penis Anymore by DerelictVampire
They changed him from a gigolo to a whore.
We buried his penis by the old oak tree.
Instead of standing up, he now sits down to pee.
Oh, life is strange when your dad's a tranny;
he's got two big breasts and a nice round fanny.