• Jan2510 commented on the post, geometric 5 years, 3 months ago

    This path which I walk, inside of it my mind. I traveled for some time to reach a destination, but it was nowhere to be found-
    Gone, I was, the next second seeing me nulled.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, historic 5 years, 6 months ago

    Repeat what you said, I say. Repeat it. Repeat it until it becomes the truth. Feed it to others. When they vomit your words, make them stick them into other’s mouths and ears. Make the world remember what you lied.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, steady 5 years, 8 months ago

    One word at a time.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, vines 5 years, 11 months ago

    All around her, entangled, roped, attacked by, swarmed by, resides in, destroyed by, would die for, vines of the long and reaching truth, falling around you when all else becomes a question. Vines.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, smudge 5 years, 11 months ago

    Over a broad surface, with a great and powerful hammer. The paint spreads, the voice dies out, all that is left is the masterpiece. Once cruel and vicious, now a harmony of disaster.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, listening 6 years ago

    To Bjork. All my life, I thought of her as a hysterical author, someone who thinks she is special. But at some point I lost that little part of me that was specialized in stereotypes and judgement. More open now. Life is to be opened up.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, blasted 6 years ago

    I’m blasted as fuck, destroyed, I’m fucking zapped. So destroyed, but all of this in a most positive way, I’m stoned, dead, pitied, at peace, forever lying on a bed of nails, only waiting for tomorrow’s rust. Thank you.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, weakling 6 years ago

    Would I call myself one? Am I weak when facing my own choices, my own life. Asking questions, only that. That’s everything I know, questions, phrases, just words, void of true meaning, nothing to be gained from writing like this. A question again; should I have something to gain?

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, conjured 6 years ago

    A conjurer of cheap tricks is what first comes to mind, the allegations of Mr. Baggins. But, as Gandalf told him, he is not one, nor does he wish to be. Conjured to the dreams of everyday men and women, of hopes, conjured up a potion for the sleepless.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, knock 6 years ago

    Knocked out at the moment, destroyed by my own will. What knocked me out? A last question, before closing my eyes does away with the problem. An aberration I have become, stranded on the shores of insanity, only a small rope holding me together. Holding me to the other shore.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, startled 6 years ago

    It startled me, the icon in the bookmarks toolbar. Almost forgot to come here and write something. Isn’t this nice. I’m writing right now and what a surprise it would be if I had woken up tomorrow and found out I forgot about this. Nah.Wouldn’t be surprised. Just curious.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, cave 6 years, 1 month ago

    I could say a cave is where I am at home, right now. This moment in time, this falling, this act of being on the wrong side of good. It is strange, but truth be told, always there is good. Always there is an end to the “bad”. It is merely an intro to the “good”, and always it morphs into one another.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, leathery 6 years, 1 month ago

    A moment of sadness. I caught myself thinking that, thinking that. Thinking about large wings crashing around me, the leathery scrape of wind beneath them, the intake of rage. I wield my weapon with grace. I sting and am then gone. Goodbye sadness. A whole other world awaits.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, weathered 6 years, 1 month ago

    I am. Right now. An epiphany. This day meant something, after many of them wasted, thrown overboard because I did not use them, failed to use them. Life runs in cycles, life runs from good to bad to perfect to disastrous.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, grasped 6 years, 1 month ago

    What I thought would never be. My life is a stream of perfect memories, changing from moment to moment, withering and being born in every glimpse. I grasp the knowledge it gives me, it eludes my fingers, squeezes itself through the holes. I love. And all is well.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, flailing 6 years, 1 month ago

    My arms around, rising to the unknown challenge, feeling altogether let loose, given too much time, given too much air. A lot goes around the mind, flailing itself, throwing all ideas into the same spot, from which none return, none know how to, some do not even wish to, some are better off in other worlds.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, fatigue 6 years, 1 month ago

    Currently. I am. Defeated. All taken away, never given back, back, turned around, round the long clock of time, tick tack tick tack. All goes. All taken away and back.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, willed 6 years, 1 month ago

    I chose today not to do something I said I would do. It needed doing. It still does. But I will not do it, I will ignore it. Fighting reason, I willed the ceasing of action into being. We can choose, we can will something. I do not know whether it is good.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, sanctity 6 years, 1 month ago

    What I find in my everyday experience. It could be a form of sanctity, a certain kind of beauty. All the time, every second, moment, glimpse, all is encompassed by a smile, a never ending stream of happiness.

  • Jan2510 commented on the post, society 6 years, 1 month ago

    A great, but tragic thing. A long forgotten, yet every day uttered, word. I live in a society which is a mess. It is destroyed from within. I tell you nothing, but words have been uttered. I use what politicians use. Cheap rhetoric. I will not lose. My society will change, so will I. Why? I am a member of it. Its offspring.