Monster's Kind By Jamie CI

Monster's Kind

Attempt another

Suppress a death

A monster's breath

Tragically Macbeth

Attempt another

Catching me blind

A naive mind

A monster's kind

Attempt another

Distress my word

To be absurd

A monster spurred

Brother me blind

This is not an illness

This is my mind

Jamie CI

I'll be posting some of my own poetry as well as others I find thought provoking and intriguing starting with this.

Cheers, Jamie

Whats a Girl To Do

 .... listen to it over and over again.

 

i love the weirdness.

the catchy tune and harmony. 

 

i don't know if i want to be her or run away from her....

super neat little tidbit

fang and that human are heading of into the SNOW filled world, on a search for MORE education.
setting us off on the right foot, or right winter tire, is this super neat little tidbit of a video (don't be fooled, it will change you. seriously. take a break and watch it a second time. worth it.)

thanks to fang's mama for discovering and sharing.

-that human

Self Design - A Haiku by Emily Andres, age 9

exploring freedom

learning, thinking, being me

finding adventures

the Game

Lets play the game.

I pulled you in sucked all your life,
your worth,
threw you back to the hungry pack.
Blew consciousness into your bewildered mind.

Lets play the game again.

Come, you give me fantasy perfection
I’ll lap at your love, toy with
the emotions of your pinkie finger.
It’s not you I want, don’t you know that?

The hidden treasure of the game
the brutally crashing ending is not
You:
embryonic and thirsting
Not them:
desiring my imperfections,
Hardly.
It’s me:
with the darkness in my mouth
the frantic hunt in my eyes
the dead retributions in my limbs.

Now shall we play?
For you are blind
and I am willing
to steal the heart that’s willingly given me
to sew it to my sleeve, drag it to the depths of the dive.

Lets throw our bodies to the masses
let them devour the innocence
the fleshy parts of our mortality.
We shall emerge, gasping,
crying to Eve
for a snack.
Biting into the crisp skin I will look up
and realize
you are not the one I dreamed.

We have both been fooled. Lets
castrate the snake and blame
Adam, but,
in unreality,
It was all a game.

So, shall we play

again.

The particular arrangement
of English symbols you have just read were imagined by
that human
the picture was ripped
from cyberspace
(a.k.a. Google Images)