Punching Yourself To Make The Pain Stop.

I doubt myself again.

The early morning television watching; the Sunday hangover chillout days. They come to me like a flash of emotion, and sadness.

The surety of my convictions suddenly lost, I weigh up the decision I made and I doubt...

The shadow of a friendship lost looms omnipotently in the background, and I don't know whether I feel wronged by the decision I made, or the friend I may have forsaken.

It will be. Whatever it will be, it will be. And I only cherish the time we had, as I always did.

You are my friend. But I doubt myself again.

By Looshkin
©2012

Rappin'

In the West County I was born and raised, on the farmyard is where I spent most of my days, chilling with sheep and relaxing with cows and shooing bloody 'ippies off of my land!

There's a couple o' townies who are up to no good, keep making funny patterns in my barley field! I got my shotgun out and me misses got scared; I said "those little pricks are gonna need new underwear!"

She called the police, and when he came near, his license plate said "LAW", and he had pigs in his mirror!! If anything, I thought, this copper is rare, but I thought, nah bugger it, GET OFF MY LAND!!

Boblington

I broke me to pieces only because I knew she'd patch me together again;
I smashed my heart because I knew she would mend it.
I lost track of time because with her it's irrelevant;
I lost track of space because she filled my void.

A year and a lifetime; a moment and forever...

I caught the day she dropped like it was a snowflake made of glass, and saw my reflection in her eyes.

She made my string vibrate.

I let her go, because I knew she'd be there eternally;
She let me pass, because she knew where I was going.
I made her smile, because she deserves no sadness;
She found my laugh, and brought it back to me.

A year and a lifetime; a moment and forever.

She caught the sounds I dropped because she was the only one that heard them;
She dropped the day for me to catch and adore.
She caught the wave I drove towards her, and rode her wake to serenity...
She made my string vibrate.

By Looshkin
©2012

Correct Usage of Brain Matter

Pausing for a moment to watch the clouds drift by,

The pattern slowly untangles and the fog begins to lift,

Rays of metaphysical light brighten the landscape of the mind.

The race to die first loses its gravity as we dance our own patterns on the dusty earth,

And the horizon becomes a painter's pallet of colours.

Hue after hue of colour,

A landscape of eternity,

And I am forever lost in it.

Be yourself, if only for a moment;

Tomorrow has no recollection of today, and yesterday never existed.

Memories mingle and disperse, become one and the same,

And all things are remembered and forgotten simultaneoulsy.

It's a beautiful day for thinking.

By Ben Jones

Mathematical Inequalities Plagued By Infinities

Interpretation over intention.

x over y.

Negative integers.

Plagued by inequalities, still it vibrates onwards, oscillating in the ether.

Time flips on its head and reverses itself to reveal a new perspective,

And angles of perception merge to create one big illusion, greater than the sum of its parts.

Flowing as one, in unison, a small part of everything is revealed.

It's the little things that count.

The Moons Of Jupiter

Determined by the obstacles it faces, it finds itself confronted with a juxtaposition the size of it all, yet can't understand how little it means. Blinded by its sheer white brilliance, it confounds its own senses by proxy, and yet still the hammer does not fall. I told it to be careful...

The teardrops that fell from his eyes contained everything, and garbled mumblings found their way across the face of it; but never did I expect to find this here. It poked from the sand like driftwood, and I hauled out a spacecraft and a submarine; I suppose another trip won't hurt... if you look closely you can see the moons of Jupiter, when the wind is right.

Did you hear that? I thought I saw a flicker, a blip, a faultline... Don't be scared. We find ourselves and lose ourselves and find it is all one waveform we ride to infinity, and I felt myself falling through the clouds again. Did you hear that? A flame sparks in front of me, green and blue and gold and warm, and these icicles surround and encroach on me. I see that now. Cold like the touch of steel against skin, and warmed only by my own heart.

Never did I expect to find this here. It poked from the sand like driftwood, and I hauled out a spacecraft and a submarine; I suppose another trip won't hurt. If you look closely you can see the moons of Jupiter, when the wind is right...

By Ben Jones

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Omniscient

It moves in dimensions I cannot understand,

Through patterns I cannot fathom,

In ways I can never imagine;

Holding my attention in a trance...

It looks familiar,

Like a moment of deja vu but I can't place it,

Like a distant memory long forgotten,

Like the itch in the centre of your back;

You know it's there, but you just can't reach it...

Spinning around me like a vortex,

It shows me possibilities and dreams,

Assumptions and estimates;

Projections and conclusions surround me and entwine with my soul,

And for a moment I am everything...

Like grains of rice on a chess board,

I am the exponential.

I am the exponent.

I am the beginning and the end, the pattern and the symmetry.

I am all I am, and I am I.

It moves in dimensions I occupy,

Through patterns I created,

In ways of my design...

I never saw it look so beautiful.

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Softly

Counterbalance this inequality by raising the frequency at which you oscillate,

And you will find your wavelength proper,

As does light and matter.

Inseperable except at the smallest level,

Fluctuations in stability begin to tweak my focus,

Consciously making an effort to keep it all together.

Colours, sights, sounds begin to permeate your soul, my core.

Did I begin this journey?

Or are you concluding it?

I just don't remember any more...

The equation sits as it always has,

Balanced as a result of my oscillations...

Am I slowing down?

You just don't remember anymore...

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