C3POwn

Fields ablaze with the morning sun, cast aside for my greed's pollution. I sell myself for smiles and love, never to find that perfect dove. The one who looks and truly sees, my aching heart, screaming please. A thought flickers and grows to flame, my mind burns, my body much the same. When will that angel tell me "No, you are you and rightfully so. In the chaos, fear, anger and pain, lies beauty, kindness, so much to gain. Raise your head and see as I see, a painting so stunning, it deserves to be."

"So, are you done thinking?" The sentence came through, but the meaning didn't. "It's simple realy, one of the two, it doesn't matter, just pick" Of course it was simple, it was the easiest choice you could imagine, both would end in a similar fashion so why the doubt right? At least, that's what I thought, but my mind was in turmoil, it didn't want to make this choice, it wanted to take secret option number three, but that just wasn't possible. "I-" My thoughts went blank as my heart increased it's beats per minute. "I choose option one, please." Why did I say please? Like I wanted option one to happen, like it was something I very muc

"Excuse me sir! Sir!" The woman ran towards me, in her hands something wrapped in a sheet. Great, another one, I thought to myself as the woman came to a grinding halt right in front of my feet. "Sir, I beg you, you must help me, I-I don't know where else to turn to." Tears started to form not just in her eyes, but in mine aswell, as I caught a glimpse of what was hidden inside the sheet. A child, blue and purple, dead for quite a while now, the disformed heap of what used to be human wasn't a pleasant sight. "Jeezes woman, get that thing away from me!" I yelled, shielding my eyes with my right hand while gesturing her away with the oth

"falling gifts from outer life inside the outer box lifted from pain by death and love but not for itself, the grey zone falsly accused the mistress of marking the tomb with a cold butter knife which caused us all to fall and flee into the arms of our unknown foster pets." The words he spoke were nonsense, every moron would've seen that, the man was clearly delusional, crazy, completely out of wack and a danger to himself and everyone around him. But still, I couldn't help myself but listen to the wonderous tales he had to offer, listening to him was like jumping into the rabit hole while on acid. "That's great Mark, but what happen

"You can be anything you want" she said the day I left, a little encouragment for the journey I was about to embark on. At least, that's what she thought she said, what I heard wasn't nearly as good as that, what I heard was neither a wish for luck or an advice for the future, it was an insult thrown on the pile of abuse I had already lived through. Father was just a bag of nothing, lying there, sating his thirst with fluids of questionable origin. We didn't talk, whenever we exchanged words it wasn't a conversation, it was him shouting and me crying, I was nothing to him and I would stay nothing, just a pile of animated garbage, ready

Show me, is there ever anything more to say then nothing? Is the silence better broken with music or laughter? Listen to it and hear it's beauty and wonder. Eliminate the noise of anger and fear, Not with a yell and a scream or angry words. Curse not your foe but sooth him. Enlighten his thoughts with the sound of emptyness.

Do you not see? Time, with all it's curves and endless beauty, A tree with branches, each it's own fruit. Seeing all those paths and ends is such a hoot. Cause how can you tell if I'm late or not, if in so many cases, "on time" is what you've got. This wibbly wobbly timey wimey isn't too much, when you see the options, splits, ends and such. So step in my box and allow me to show, The dangers and horrors of the universe below.

A chair filled, a desk forgotten, this is my place, my destiny, to sit here with envy and anger as lifes pass by, surrounding me with their existence, suffocating an already buried mind, gasping for some much needed air. Must this be where I am? Alone yet surrounded by others, chained to a treadmill by myself, moving forward but staying in the same place at all times unable to break the shackles I strap on myself ever so tightly. I am just a contamination in the body of the world, trying to take it's piece to survive but constantly stricken down, just an unwanted contaminent in a harsh environment.