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Gildron's picture

Is this truly peanut butter jelly time?

Ignore this blog posting. Random musings. Or read it. Perhaps deep meaning can be revealed by my sleep deprived, sugar addled brain.

Monkey spittle.

I guess we shouldn't be getting our hopes up too high then.

I started writing this post, just now. Well, about a minute ago actually. But it was very recently. A recently that is become less recently the more I talk about it being recent. Sorry, got off track there. Anyways.

I started to write this post as a stream of consciousness in its most pure form. Pure meaning that I am typing exactly what my brain decides should be typed, without really thinking about it first. Unless it types something bad. Then I might edit it. I don't need more people to have blackmail about me. Actually, I don't think anyone has anything to blackmail me with. Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah. It isn't really a pure stream, it's a bit murky.

Full Moon

A shaft of moonlight seeps through your window and rests on your pillow.

You check your clock, 12:00, you try to sleep but you can't.

You look out your window at the cool night.

The moonlight on the driveway, as puddles of shadow, endless.

Sections of sky woven seamlessly together.

It makes you wonder.... Why.

And in that moment your head rests on your pillow and your imagination soars.

Full Moon

A shaft of moonlight seeps through your window and rests on your pillow.

You check your clock, 12:00, you try to sleep but you can't.

You look out your window at the cool night.

The moonlight on the driveway, as puddles of shadow, endless.

Sections of sky woven seamlessly together.

It makes you wonder... Why.

And in that moment your head rests on your pillow and your imagination soars.

Yami_no_Tenshi's picture

My Lullaby

Cradled in your arms,
My head upon your chest,
I hear your heartbeat,
Strong and steady.
I listen to your breathing,
Slow and deep.
Listening to the rhythm of your heart,
Coupled with your breaths,
It never fails to lull me
Into a deep, peaceful sleep.

queenbee's picture

Out to lunch

I have these french verbs
'dancing round in my head
they make me so dizzy
I fall on my bed.

They execute steps
I know nothing about
Then they twirl 'cross the floor
But i don't know the route.

I step on their toes
and receive icy stares
I slide them sweet smiles
But i get tight-lipped stares.

The dance calls for a twirl
But they spin me around
'Til my head is a tail
and my feet leave the ground.

The world keeps on spinning
Around and Around
My head's spinning too
But it's homeward bound

As I lose all my balance
And I fall to the ground
My plastered on smile
Turns into a frown

What right have these callous
and blue nosed verbs
Past tense, conditional
and Imparfait
Have to waltz through my mind
while sipping their brews
when I was about
to have such a nice day?

To get rid of these snobs
while they pose with their punch,
I hang up a sign that says
Quote, "out to lunch"

seanb007's picture

The Last Time

Get off the bus at my friends house
Go inside
Eat some pizza
Start playing Xbox
This is awesome!
The hours go by
11...12...1 o'clock
Good morning
Not done yet though
2...3...4
Finally we're done
Time to sleep
Five and a half hours later I get woken up
My mom's at the door
I gotta go
I’m so tired I can't move
Go home
So tired
Go to bed that night
Go to school the next morning

apples's picture

Eternal Night

I have finally managed
To stop the day
From ever coming
No one will disturb us
My sweet, eternal night
Our beautiful moon
Will never leave us
The way it shines
And makes everytthing look
So beautiful
No one will disturb me
From this tranquility
So sleep on
Foolish mortals
Because you will never
Awaken

apples's picture

Death

I'm surrounded by darkness
I can't see anything
I'm having trouble breathing
My movements are becoming sluggish
I see a bright light
It blinds me temporarily
When I open my eyes
All I se is paradise
But when did I...?
I'm back to myself
Did I die?
But... it's not possible
But everyone that I knew,
They're all here
And they're supposed to be dead
I open my eyes
It was all a dream

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