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beyond

The concept of beyond is a hard one to grasp, but it’s one that I always like to think about. What exists past what’s already known? What’s comprehensible? I want to go there. I want to discover something new. I don’t get that feeling enough in my life; I feel like I know what’s going to happen next all the time. I want to be surprised.

» Posted By Conor On 12.16.2014 @ 9:20 pm

plausible

In a certain sense at first when Jane heard the verdict she had always expected it coming and had always seen it in the moments of silence and crevices of awkwardness; but on the other hand one could never be certain of such matters and she not only was she breathless but her attorney had to hold on to her so that she did not fall on the floor when she fainted. The judge would that it were otherwise.

» Posted By Conor On 01.26.2014 @ 10:07 am

buyer

I stand on a stage
flexing flashing lights slicing my body into portions
I’m blue and red and sparkling
I’m for rent to the stars.
I’m for rent to the night.
I’m ready for the first buyer.

» Posted By Conor On 12.26.2013 @ 8:07 pm

coma

My mind is for rent.
Neurons shake in their picket-fenced spaces
tugging at my spinal cord.
The gray matter crumbles into comet dust
foreclosures pull businesses off the streets.
The lights go off.
I live a comatose apocalypse.

» Posted By Conor On 12.22.2013 @ 3:30 pm

geometric

Hectic lines shop for dusty corners
and gridlock quilts
waiting to intersect
waiting to snap together
snap out of their psyche’s
and snap into geometry.

» Posted By Conor On 12.04.2013 @ 8:43 pm

typhoon

A little cinnamon girl smile
torn off a mango tree
or was it a sycamore.
Either or, that scream when we heard it;
but we thought it was wind.

» Posted By Conor On 12.02.2013 @ 8:15 pm

derive

I burn like paper.
Stirring stopping clicking waiting
glancing glancing at a clock thats dancing.
Dx’s and xd’s feud in front of me waiting to be
solved, sorted and packed into solutions.
But the only thing I want to derive is the sunlight, streaming
in through the window behind me.
Is the sun continuous?
Is life?

» Posted By Conor On 11.26.2013 @ 6:00 pm

irreverent

I stood broken at the podium.
A million glass eyes plucking glances at my skin.
The spelling bee proctor open her mouth for a moment, and
brought the word to the room,
Irreverent.
I shuddered.

» Posted By Conor On 11.19.2013 @ 8:40 pm

hero

the citizens hold a long spinning breath
beating against their throat
tied to the man 10,000 feet in the air
he dangles like a copper angel,
a cousin of the clouds
we watch as he sizzles gravity
and wait
for him
to fall.

» Posted By Conor On 11.15.2013 @ 9:45 pm

routine

Boom smash. Boom smash. Boom. crack.
A folly in the events. The cracking of something more than just routine.
A deviation of history.
A snowflake blown onto the wrong tongue.
A change unfixable, untreatable by the cosmos. Something less
Something more.
Something tremendous.
Anything remarkable was born out of routine.

» Posted By Conor On 10.27.2013 @ 8:28 am

Routine
is dapper. The bricks of living. The space
between
breaths.
Routine is the morning on your eyelids.
And the fatigue of night.
Routine is going and going and going and waiting to break
free.

» Posted By Conor On 10.27.2013 @ 8:25 am

flee

Flee a colorless box.
Break into a rainbow,
using a coat hanger to pry open a paint can.
Pick it up. and crash land the color
to Earth.

» Posted By Conor On 10.21.2013 @ 8:19 pm

flipped

“He flipped, dude.”
“What do you mean, ‘he flipped’?”
“I mean he fuckin’ flipped, man. He flipped as much as you can flip. And the table, he flipped that too. He flipped.”
“I’d flip out too, if you told me that you slept with my sister,”
“Yea, but it was a nice table, man. It didn’t deserve to get flipped…”

» Posted By Conor On 08.15.2013 @ 6:54 pm

distress

The state of distress that I put myself in every Sunday would lead some people to make better choices on Saturday night. Those would be smarter people. More content people. Fulfilled people. I am not one of those people. So, it will remain…Sundays=distressed.

» Posted By Conor On 08.11.2013 @ 7:41 pm

captivate

Whenever I’m stuck in the elevator I find myself staring at the “Captivate” screen that displays the news for the day. Even if it’s news about the royal baby, I’m still staring at it intently, because I’m stuck in an elevator and what the hell else am I gonna do?

» Posted By Conor On 07.31.2013 @ 3:49 pm

loom

When the stars shatter. Bring them to me so I may sow them together in sky. They’ll pour forth through the loom and scatter.

» Posted By Conor On 05.10.2013 @ 12:49 pm

burning

I have a burning sensation as Liche runs down the path. I need to follow her but I know nothing will ever happen. She is doomed . She has already caught the virus but I am immune. Allergic to vole. I sink in my own sorrow as I realize I’ll never see her or my friends again.

» Posted By Conor On 05.05.2013 @ 4:50 pm

startled

He was startled. It had all happened so fast, he couldn’t even recall the events that had transpired in the last few minutes. Now, she laid there, motionless, pale, and cold. It was the most horrid thing he had ever seen.

» Posted By Conor On 02.25.2013 @ 8:48 pm

grasped

He grasped desperately for something, anything, that could save him from the fires that raged below. He could feel the licks of flame nip at his heels as the foundations of his footing slowly crumbled underneath his feet. It was hopeless.

» Posted By Conor On 02.19.2013 @ 7:25 pm

broadcast

Fire me up. Voices clap in rapture and lava. And all around the slow steady hum of static climbs into my ears. Slowly enveloping the poor broadcast. Gone.

» Posted By Conor On 12.08.2012 @ 12:59 pm

Fire me thousands. A lightening broadcast cared only for a porch, and a 90 year old woman sitting on a porch with a mouth full of stores.

» Posted By Conor On 12.08.2012 @ 12:56 pm

himself

He looks at himself, and as he is, he could fire up the starry stallions of night. But as he lives, he must burn up among the grass.

» Posted By Conor On 11.30.2012 @ 6:18 pm

rise

As I spun around among the darkness, I felt your booming presence above my mind. So I rose among the stars, to face your heavenly body.

» Posted By Conor On 11.29.2012 @ 7:39 pm

As I spun around in the darkness. I found myself only looking for words. Your face boomed before me, so I rose among the stars. To face your heavenly body.

» Posted By Conor On 11.29.2012 @ 7:36 pm

library

The library is a place where you can buy books, many many, books, all in one spectacular place. It’s filled to the brim with beautiful, amazing and inspiring histories, fiction and people’s life’s work. These are the are no other other places as cultural to the Western world as this.

» Posted By Conor On 11.24.2012 @ 8:04 pm

draw

I like to draw. I used to draw a lot when I was in middle school. I now mostly doodle. It isn’t the same. I don’t think anyone would try to equate the two but doodling makes me miss drawing. It wasn’t something I was ever really good at but I tried. Thats all you can do I guess

» Posted By Conor On 11.11.2012 @ 11:38 pm

wet

There I was. Cold, damp, and still wet. It had all happened so quick–I was swimming against my brother, going out to sea, as far from land and reality as we could muster. Then, all of the sudden, my brother started choking and coughing. He was spasming out of control. He had asthma. I was tired. Cold. But my adrenaline pumped me to life, I took my arm around him, and swam back to shore with him by my side. It felt like ages before I could fall down on the sand and collapse in exhaustion. Then I was just shivering there, cold, damp, and still wet.

» Posted By conor On 10.12.2012 @ 6:04 am

tasting

Tasting is when you put something in your mouth and can sense what the flavours, textures, and yumminess is in the food. dogs have better taste buds then humans. Taste buds let you taste.

» Posted By Conor On 05.07.2012 @ 2:43 pm

fixed

unmoved constant and unwavering. Wishing you were lost at sea, longing for a feeling of permeability.

» Posted By Conor On 03.21.2012 @ 2:47 pm

fixing things is a problem because most of the things peopel try to fix aren’t even broken, but they just don’t satisfy the person who wants to fix them.

» Posted By Conor On 03.21.2012 @ 12:08 pm

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