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I have realized
real eyes
are not surprised by
the lack of light at tunnel’s end.

a mended mind
might find amends
when one minds light’s longer lengths.

by night, fright is not wrought in danger,
but in unknown tones and timbres.

» Posted By Phil On 10.26.2011 @ 4:04 pm


Automatic, schizo…natic. That doesn’t rhyme. My car is automatic. I wish my girlfriend was automatic. I wish I had a girlfriend. Why am I writing about this? Oh, well, time to go back to some school work.

» Posted By Phil On 10.24.2011 @ 7:59 pm


to be
unsung again.
in high notes,
we’ve observed an absence.

» Posted By Phil On 10.20.2011 @ 5:58 pm


she was held hostage
like a gift in reserve
behind a line defense of serfs.

a red moat behind
a viking boat advancing forth.

with bloodied axe in clutch
the damsel’s hand
is worth as such.

» Posted By Phil On 10.19.2011 @ 9:54 pm


those emotions never felt
a single space before.
both understood
the knelt idea; which once was held
over their heads.

» Posted By Phil On 10.18.2011 @ 5:19 pm


I think that my cat owns my couch since i haven’t stretched out on it for at least a year. I mean, why disturb the cat and he’ll just go and lie on the bed and I have to gently scoot him over to the side so I can lie down.

» Posted By Phil On 09.21.2011 @ 6:36 pm

i miss my Jakarta couch, which I got for 299 ’cause someone ordered it and never picked it up so there it was and i needed a big couch. Six Feet and some sort of coral color.

» Posted By Phil On 09.21.2011 @ 6:27 pm


creaturs of the subterrean world; imganings from sci-fi. highly organised and often aggressive ants are one of natures hard workers. they’re small but mighty.

» Posted By phil On 09.05.2011 @ 2:55 pm


Mean, what does it all mean? Is there greater meaning? No meaning? Why is it that what one means and what people think they mean are so often different? Why do we say things that aren’t what we mean, and mean things we can’t quite say? Perhaps one day we’ll find our own meanings.

» Posted By Phil On 07.11.2011 @ 5:00 am



» Posted By phil On 06.28.2011 @ 5:18 pm


“There is no wonder in these false miracles,” the Russian proclaimed to the gathered crowd. “Before me, I see not the hopeful masses come to be rewarded for their faith, but a coven of the conned, clinging to desperate delusions that their investments will be rewarded through fanatic, unearned, devotion!”

» Posted By Phil On 06.17.2011 @ 11:17 am


Petrov embraced the translucent specter of his guilt, with tears that only shame could forge. “How is this? Why?” He sputtered in a thick, Russian accent, only to receive a silence as indirect as his questions.

» Posted By Phil On 06.13.2011 @ 6:19 pm

wrapping his arms around the creature he felt overwhelmed, overflowing with compassion, without fear or worry, and happy

» Posted By phil On 06.13.2011 @ 3:32 pm


“So Bumhaus was your teacher? What was that like?” The young man grumped as he moved a heavy load over to another crate.

“As you’d expect, really. Lots of slaps, and a fair bit of disdain. But damn sharp. Sharper than three needles balanced on each other’s heads, I’d say.”

» Posted By Phil On 06.09.2011 @ 3:04 pm

Teachers are very righteous people, who are more interested in sharing their knowledge with others than using it for their own selfish purposes.

» Posted By Phil On 06.09.2011 @ 2:34 pm


Plaid skirts were worn by little girls at my old elementary school. Maybe thats why they don’t turn me on. If they did I’d feel sick. Maybe.

» Posted By Phil On 06.06.2011 @ 5:08 am


kroq, power, it’s a dying yet still exciting medium. It’s so fun and inspiring yet is being killed by itself and technologies. I for one, will never stop listening to the radio.

» Posted By Phil On 06.03.2011 @ 3:02 pm


Mint is a flavour. It is also a kind of plant. I think the plant must have come first and the flavour named after it. Mint is also used in several other contexts, such as ‘worth a mint’ (worth a lot of money) and ‘the roayl mint’ where they make money. A mint is also a kind of sweet.

» Posted By Phil On 05.28.2011 @ 9:17 am


Canteen. Dammit, I got this word before. A canteen is a place where people get served food, often tacky decor with plastic chairs and tables, and an angry looking woman behing the counter with a huge mole on her nose. She appears to have a beard, which is strange for a woman. Yum.

» Posted By Phil On 05.26.2011 @ 12:53 pm


Un pretzel, ou bretzel comme on dit en français, est une arme très utile contre les présidents américains de la famille Bush, plus précisément la famille des Préidentius Bushimus.
Le pretzel est le prédateur naturel du Bush.

» Posted By Phil On 05.23.2011 @ 4:39 am


assembled like a poetry but also completely barren it is filled and lives because it is empty, potential is more pregnant than birth, birth gives shape form and limitation to our imagination which is a wasteland pregnant but could become a wasteland actual

» Posted By Phil On 05.14.2011 @ 10:10 am


while we jauntily walked along, she, the wonderful she, was standing there, glowing. glowing radiantly for all to see. for all to see her glory. In good times and bad, seeing her glow, with the exuded self-confidence she doesn’t have, and yet…

» Posted By Phil On 05.12.2011 @ 8:05 pm


i first i thought waiver
but no this is a person that waves
queen elizabeth
that is about all I got for wavers
red coats suck
that whole royal wedding thing was royally gay

» Posted By Phil On 05.07.2011 @ 11:00 pm


A severe rash had spread across her entire back, painting it a garish pinkish crimson that blotchified every freckle and scar. She couldn’t lay on anything but her side. At night, she would cry herself to sleep.

» Posted By Phil On 04.14.2011 @ 6:03 am


The bookshelf loomed over me, taunting me with a thousand words left unread. It devoured the edges of my soul, a slow tittering nibble of anxiety that loved lurking in the shadows, feasting behind my every thought. One day I’ll clean it. One day, I’ll read that Le Carre, and the Art of War. And that book that I thought used to remind me of you.

» Posted By Phil On 04.11.2011 @ 12:20 pm


Making plans can be fun, and some time it’s essential. If the issue is going to be widely vied by others, then it is important to make plans so that people understand what’s happening and so that thing go smoothly.

» Posted By Phil On 04.03.2011 @ 10:49 pm


Suit. And Tie. Striped. Pinstripe suit; thin lapels. He walked into the office, knowing that his impeccable dress sense would wow everyone. And, oh, did it work. The ladies secretly swooned at his appearance. Hair included.

» Posted By Phil On 03.30.2011 @ 9:23 am

Suit. And Tie. Striped. Pinstripe suit; thin lapels. He walked into the office, knowing that his impeccable dress sense would wow everyone. And, oh, did it work. The ladies secretly swooned at his appearance. Hair included.

» Posted By Phil On 03.30.2011 @ 6:26 am


Hot and smelly, tennis shoes and jock straps. I’ve always disliked basketball for this vary reason. I have however, had many a good time stealing into the Junior High gym and swinging on the rope. Memories of ny childhood, friends I no longer see.

» Posted By Phil On 03.17.2011 @ 12:40 pm


Everybody is striving to have control. Control over their lives, control over others, everything really boils down to control. But what about just letting go? Sometimes not having control makes us feel insecure, but it also frees us because we don’t have to worry. If only we had something else to do the controlling for us. That’s where God comes in!

» Posted By Phil On 03.04.2011 @ 7:44 pm

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