No phoney

No phoney Broke telephoney

Take a bite Apple sprite

Inner world So deep, so mysterious Outer world Shallow, face value

Open space public battle Mirrors ace allies cattle

Awake in an unprecedented sequence of events

The uninteresting times, my lord, evade me

Everything everything Colors are all the same There’s no one else to blame But you, and your love for fame

I see you came out that institution Just as I was stepping in Easier for me that you Instead, just fill me in

Anointed by the skies Condemned in their eyes

Remember taking notes in class? Now take out your notes, Ram Dass

Clothes wrinkled? Yeah it was on purpose Fashion statement

Top of the pyramid Ballerina stance Go on dance

Ask Get answer In the world One a chancer

Will you, then, catch me Thrown a web, I can fall

Remember When we were younger

Disrupted

This is not what I thought a Friday afternoon in my late twenties would look like

I’m anxious Socially anxious Not because I have no confidence But because every interaction I have is like an infinite possible conversation line moving on

Happiness Is that what we all want? There you go, have some

My spells work right Word turns into song

I’m here watching you launch Smudged faces, black eyelids I’m here despite my shortcomings With lipstick, juice, watching the kids

Another wave is crashing and it says it knows you personally

First in line to go Life, it begins to show A kind of competition Spans years ago

Wounded soldier What’d you bring me? No don’t go there, sit down Balloons

Party after Walk home with me No, don’t sit down Guns

This cube is moving fast I couldn’t catch that word

Herb is missing Shouts in tongue No one listens When it hung

Two screens Confusion Infusion Done

Listen, I am tired too See that road? Wasn’t there before

Walking on clouds Clinging to thunderbolts

Strong without muscles Loud without rustles

The grass is green where I sit

Swipe up on that thought if you don’t like it

Remember when we searched for words to read everywhere we went Remember when we listened intensely to nothing Hoping it would finally give in and, Talk

Does the creature ever wonder Why is evolution taking so long?

No room in this house shall escape the sunlight

Babies need a lot of sleep And fast paced individuals

Abandon punctuation Communicate freely Those machines can Have my burnt library

Your role-model then says to you Be like me more by being yourself

Overextend Overexplain Overpromise Underdeliver

Wild horse on a wild course Wild woman in the wild cold

Night pony Lighthouse

وحده الحب، يمحي ما قبله وما بعده.

Back then Our senses had senses Now they fight over crumbs of what life has to offer

Can you hear that? The voices stopped

قفزة أمل سنام جمل

No hope rope for determiningly suicidal self wing mutilating hummingbirds

Leave this world just as you entered it Surrounded with love Forgiven

Don’t dwell Trains stopped passing by here long ago

The gray zone is where all failures go to die

Dunk me into the darkest ocean With no way out, not one option

Push me outside that plane door With nothing, no past and no lore

Not for nothing, all I cry Not with nothing, I shall die

The point of creation Why else?

Loved into it and trusted with it

Get the engines running now Now or never

In time, you cross that bridge alone Now, is that someone you can trust?

In my defense, Your honor, going mad was the only method in which I was but left with at that time, so you see, it was a necessity due to unforeseen circumstances to keep intact my sanity in the long run, so what’s your verdict?

Yes, I killed my technical companion, it seemed to know too much about me and that’s concerning. Not only that, it starter making suggestions, can you believe that? Correcting me! Its master! Off with your head, or your motherboard or whatever it’s called.

What happens to uncried tears? When the summers fade away and everything is put away in that tiny freezer in my quiet chambers, those icy daggers then, what do you suppose they stab?

First row tickets are given away freely these days. Massacres left and right and just as you fall down, injured, the ground swallows you shut. No one is here now, and you hear the sound of your breathing, you’re not dead yet. Take me back to the battlefield, anything is better than this.

Got any fight left in you? Two punches and a kick? That’s all? I have been repeatedly saying this over and over, don’t take a ticket before reading the instructions very carefully and signing with your left handed foot.

Navigating life with an almost dead battery that looks like it could be sold at the mall. None of the people you encounter allow you to use their chargers. “But your battery case looks so polished, why would you need to borrow mine? Have you seen my battery case? Where did you get yours from and how much does it cost? You can afford that but not a charger? Move along.” Oh well, I guess I’ll just go home, at least I tried.

I know you all felt that last night, so disclaimer: it was an accident. I know, I know. If it feels real and it smells real then why is it not a pine tree? I was up until the late hours axing. Gathering wood for my end-of-the-world celebration. Flames went up and it caused a big cloud. Yes, I know, smells good. You’re welcome.

Earth plates, mountain or valley? Cause of disruption? Don’t worry about it Both are needed What do you need now?

Yes, I can switch from creation to destruction, just like that.

When two titans clash they call it a Titanic. RIP.

Do I need a boat? I don’t know, but everyone I know and their mothers seem to own one so I’ll get three. What? people drowning? How’s that my problem now?

Someone’s screaming in the lower dimension I think they’re asking for help Help? Why didn’t you just get on a boat?

Do I want to keep all the extracted parts? Yes, frozen, jarred, picked, right over there with the other ones, now go.

Good tune! Adding it to my end-of-the-world playlist. No, this one is full, the one on the other side, put it on the shelf and get the hell out of here.

Sound the alarms, invasive procedures incoming. Identify yourself, step into the light.

All systems preparing for shutdown Switch positions Guard your skulls Helmet exchange Priority for bright minds Prepare for impact All hands on deck Going live

Solve for X X or Y X does not equal Y X is more or equal to Y Y is less or equal to X

Step into the infinite ladder Yes, you’re the exception Escape the loop Throw the keys away Don’t turn around

صدى الغرف المقفلة يعكس أصواتك لي

I haven’t tuned that one What’d you suppose it says? I never asked the sun What song it often plays I wasn’t having fun Basking in all the rays A legendary run A monumental phase A voice that begs no one An orange looking haze A mother with no son It makes and then it lays No eggs survive the hunt No kids before it stays No meaning over fund No reason for the plays It can and so it sung It knows the mayonnaise

May fire purify you I have no legos left May rain commodify you I have no tree trunks left Mays stars illuminate you I have no flashlights left May winds calligriphy you I have no pencils left May sands gallantrify you I have no badges left May stones beautify you I have no makeup left May my words stupefy you I have nothing else left

Dear subject Any object? I can inject Or you reject We can project And to protect All the select All Love Verb

Ancient face Always chased Being raced Tied up lace Change the base Marble glaze Not my face Keep your dace And my mace Not my face Not my case

One time I was on duty keeping watch on online classes, I got into one PE class with no teacher. The boys were strategizing and picking teams for some kind of legendary, one in a lifetime football match. They stopped talking as soon as my online presence graced their locker room on teams talk. I still have no idea what happened, who won, who lost and who lived to tell the tale. I am here telling my version of the events, it’s a pointless story. No point at all, just a funny anecdote. Stop reading now.

Early Sunday morning, and the narrator sitting by himself waiting, for events worth noting, for characters whose voices need space to actualize. Until then he sits, and listens.

I’ve heard their voices, calling me unreliable. I’m not unreliable, my stories hold, maximum strength gel hold for super defined curls.. sorry, what was I talking about?

Let’s go backpack shopping A new academic year ahead Let’s pick out pens and colors And pencil cases that are red Let’s hide them all under stairs And make sure the ants are fed Let’s start a football team From tools hid in the shed Let’s ruin all the rhymes And sing our own instead Let’s break the table tops And use them as a bed Let’s choose a whistle tune To call up for the stead Let’s charge against no one And get hit in the head Let’s pack up for the trip Much brighter days ahead

An open book exam The cheat codes given The rules and theories available Obtainable The questionnaire is passable It’s laughable How capable You are to even Hear the bell And leave it all Unsolvable

Cut the rope Paper cup telephone booth Make do with what you’re given Make believe there’s a gift hidden Carry on Carry on With only hope and nothing else You carry on

Not better No, not smarter Not clever And not a martyr The only difference is They knocked the door For an answer

Why did I cause all that ruckus? I was running on empty, ten percent of my full power, and using it to find the rest My searches proved pointless, endless Not only did I come back empty-handed But I was losing more of my power by the second, minute, hour The lemons were so sour The cakes without the flour The gifts and all the flowers Failed to revive me The screen is shutting down You don’t know what it said before The last thing that it said before It lost the rest of power

Made the mistake of Parking in the wrong spot Now my car is a hazard The only one in the parking lot Can’t miss it, blocking entry Blocking exits, no it’s not On purpose, I promise The sun is very hot I’d much prefer parking In shades but I forgot

Get the cassette recorders The camcorders, new orders Reporters, Lois Lane’s folders Glasses on, that’s not me That’s plane That’s a bird This joke is getting old I’m not even a man Many hands to hold I’m not a helpless dam- Sel in distress, no stress I took it back, all RAM Not smart enough, right fam?

Main course, cooked lamb Mary’s in particular Who’ll follow her around now? Perpendicular Look up there, at the board The lessons, not on hold Dead or not Eat or rot It’s going on Keeps going on

Preferred to not lock the door entirely That gives the illusion of, you know There is still a door, an entrance That might be unlocked You cared enough to lock it What are you talking about? What are you thinking about? I would rather remove the door entirely Right off its hinges And keep it open for a while Just long enough To signal peace An offering Then comes the cement And blocks, one by one by one by one I’m locked in too? Don’t care I’ll jump out the window Or die trying

You’re writing for the illiterate Singing for the deaf, takers literate Try harder, jump higher, don’t hate It’s not my fault, just a twist of fate Can’t read, can’t write? Don’t rate Know what you seek, stagnate TV, lunch served, was late Ringtone, answer, call Kate Freedom, at last, frustrate Losers, users, checkmate

My favorite Odyssey adaptation is the one where Odysseus dies and everyone just shuts up about it forever and ever and then there is no Odyssey for it to be my favorite but it is I just had to exist in a timeline where it exists just to tell you this joke otherwise it would absolutely make no sense and you would all look at me like I was crazy

No one’s laughing now Someone took the joke too far It’s not so funny now Someone took the keys of your car It’s very serious now I’m not leaving my doors ajar It’s very hard to cope Forget and pass the bar

Monkey bar Chocolate bar

Guitar barre Limbo bar

Sorry for losing my temper. My temperature is room temperature, no, lower. Someone went low, really low, I had to find something lower than that. Excuse my indignant digging in graveyards where you all prefer to nap. So, anyway, earth center, lava? Larva before the butterfly, yes I haven’t forgotten my transformation. Transylvania, vampires, Mavis’s dad in particular, he hasn’t called in a while. Do vampires have low temperature too?

They’re counting the suitcases. Line them all up, one is missing. Luggage thief. Let’s start the investigation by interviewing all suspects and victims and their families. Something is not adding up. Someone must be lying. One, two, three… ten. No, I must be counting wrong, start over. Where is my suitcase? Oh.. I never packed. Case closed. Apologies for the wasted time.

Shoes for cloud walking. My wings are loading. White, gray or black. Blood stains are harder to get out of some than others. Pick one you don’t mind losing, burning or leaving behind. If push comes to shove, no umbrella or squirrel can rescue you from that height. Some say the wings activate when in danger, but we can’t risk that, safety measure up to here. I might know how to fly and I might not, either way I have these fly shoes strapped in place.

Don’t lose your composure Pictures need the exposure And some end in erasure You might need a fraiseur

Treadmill, music, book. God forbid a thought forms organically, what do I do with it then? Carry it with me on wheels, alongside me. You’re so smart, why don’t you share that with the rest of the class? You wouldn’t like that. They might not get it, it often flew right over their heads and whoop, just like a frisbee it comes back to haunt you.

Not really a blue pool enjoyer I often bled, washing my battle scars Got kicked out into the foyer They said now it’s a purple pool

Yes, my misery often came with a playlist. I would walk into the fire, jump into the shire, if I was promised a good soundtrack.

The sun is on your side Don’t be afraid The skies, your bruises hide Don’t be scared The earth, your steps will guide Don’t throw the jade The ocean, your tears glide Don’t step into the shade

Breathe in fire Breathe out rain Breathe in wire Breathe out cane Breathe in pyre Breathe out brain Breathe in liar Breathe out sane Breathe in styro Breathe out dame

Shut your mind off Conserve energy Call out my bluff Claim your synergy

See, my fingernails, they haven’t been short enough for a while. They look so polished, not at all a hand of an artist. These long nails can’t hold a barre chord, but I can use them to blind and scratch any offenders.

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