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I can’t bare to look at them: a herd of sheep roaming free within their fenced pasture; leisurely grazing enjoying their pretend liberty.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.13.2017 @ 1:47 am
I am rage, the last expedient to your cruelty. Where my voice failed, my force will be a hurricane to carry the fragments of dead peace to your home, to your wife, to your children. And as you wallow in my destruction, i’ll have my destruction delight in your peace.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 12.28.2016 @ 2:27 pm
The love is gone. The laughter is gone. There is no more crying or fighting–not even talking. But they will not find the courage, or even the desire, to leave–they may have they been younger or not been given the chance to become so integral in each other’s daily living activities. Years and forever of an unspoken agreement of sharing loneliness.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 12.02.2016 @ 1:19 pm
Angry, he lifted boulder after boulder and cast them to the sea. One by one, they sent ripples as they sank. The waves scattered and gradually expanded as they approached the neighboring shores. Most of the children were playing by the shores that time and were the first ones struck; along with the beach houses. The water swept the seaside and lingered for some time. Some whirled through roads and found their way through small alleys where the cats and some poultry hid. A moment of calmness enveloped the villages. It was around noon that they retreated leaving a lot of things dead ashore and paved way for the screaming.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 10.29.2016 @ 3:48 am
I fell in love with her that night. There was nothing so special about it–it was just something that needed to happen. To the dismay of poets, there were no fireworks or a great realization of life’s potentials. On contrary, there was just me and her, by the beach as silent as the night approaching dawn. No words–just us sharing solitude. At one time my heart raced, though not out of excitement but of fear that it would end just as soon as the first light.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 10.17.2016 @ 9:38 pm
She went in there, armed with all the misguided thoughts she learned from school. She spoke of things that did not make sense but she did it so eloquently that everyone was amazed. She spat garbage after garbage and everyone picked them as if they were gold coins. She would go far, no doubt.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 10.17.2016 @ 4:06 am
She gave me a vase. A china with intricate oriental designs she bought from some remote pottery village. It was supposedly a very thoughtful gesture–as she implied a few times already. But what am I supposed to do with it exactly? I never liked flowers.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 10.16.2016 @ 5:42 am
I can’t live underground anymore. Father lives here his whole life–and so did grandpa. Look at them. Look at their eyes–colorless and dead. I don’t want to be like them. The streets are lit with illuminators and the phosphorescent plants are shining as bright as ever. But there’s still this darkness that you can’t shake off and it cocoons everyone. There is nothing like the sun. It’s hope. I have to get out–and soon.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 10.15.2016 @ 3:17 am
Do you believe in ghosts–or any incorporeal beings? I have never encountered one though I want to. I don’t really think that I believe in them however. I guess I just want to believe they exist but can’t convince myself they do–if that makes sense. I’ve never really thought about this much until now.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 10.13.2016 @ 6:35 am
Is it the afternoon rain–
or has it always been like this?
I just had coffee–
maybe it was the coffee.
Probably the coffee.
How can everything familiar
suddenly look strange?
» Posted By edrianredentor On 10.12.2016 @ 8:32 am
Scene after scene of brutality- of men hurting men- with the purpose to entertain, or maybe to educate. Whatever it is, there is something in bloodlust on pictures; something primeval yet for some reason glued to humans. Is it the idea of a hero overcoming challenges or the satisfaction of him maiming the inferior?
» Posted By edrianredentor On 09.14.2015 @ 11:39 pm
It was only a year when he left. But when he came back, everything seemed foreign. He could not understand why there were so many actionf figures on the wall; or why the Greenday CD was the one left in the player; or what the ragged basketball signed by Kobe was doing at the foot of the bed. None of them felt like they were his, like they were from someone he wouldn’t really be comfortable being with. Finally, he was not able to sleep in his own bed, he kept thinking of when he would be leaving.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 08.01.2015 @ 7:33 pm
If it were not for scientists, the real Prometheus, we would still be living in our caves wondering thinking what is outside.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 03.03.2015 @ 2:39 am
There is value in product; not much when they are knockoffs. Fine things are for those who deserve them and for those who do not oftentimes resort to imitations; to feel as privileged without the needed effort. But who are they kidding, really?
» Posted By edrianredentor On 03.02.2015 @ 8:30 am
It was supposedly just a school project; to look for a classical piece by piano and make my own interpretation of it. Back then i was not so enthused with pianos, or any form of classical music for that matter. I was never going to take it seriously. So i chose quickly and lightheartedly the first classical piece i found. It was a Beethoven sonata i believe. I cannot even remember which one. Only i remember how i was the first time i heard it. It did not make sense. I had to struggle. I had to repeat it several times. Until somewhere in the middle of the piece i saw an image of an old man in a straw hat. He was walking leisurely and then suddenly, he accidentally came across a beehive. He was chased by bees and ran all over the place. It was a very simple image, and yet it did enough to move me. Perhaps i am over-romanticizing what happened. But know what i felt. I saw music and i fell in love, the first time i truly did.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 02.06.2015 @ 3:13 pm
I would have been fine, had I not seen her. I would have made it through my mundane day without validating my existence. Her beauty radiated like an atomic bomb. It demanded to be seen, to be felt, to be worshiped. Somehow, she made me feeling alive yet wishing I was dead. Now I could not get past the day without a thought of her.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 02.04.2015 @ 12:39 pm
The agenda of the public is always to undermine individuals until they are weak enough to abandon themselves and join the fold. They always want you to need them. What for?
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.29.2015 @ 3:27 pm
I remember. It was the sunset of my birthday. At the beach. The sky was a strange orange and clear and the waters are calm. I was sitting piling pebbles in the sand; the boy that i was. Then there you were. You came out of the sea. All soaked. You had on a shirt and barely anything else. You were walking towards me, and as you did i smiled at you but i couldn’t see you clearly so i resumed playing with the pebbles. Moments passed and i saw your legs as they stood in front of me. I remember how they were. I remember how i was slowly looking up to meet your face and how i had instantly forgotten about the pebbles, the boy that i was. A fine memory captured.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.27.2015 @ 4:39 pm
so the announcement happened yesterday. it doesn’t come to me as a surprise that i’m the one let go. only i wasn’t around for the ceremony. i would have loved to see those faces one last time; i can only imagine their smirks as i pack my stuff. well, i would have fired myself come to think of it, only would have done it much sooner.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.26.2015 @ 2:57 pm
i wonder how much he can remember, or if he will be fine, he was in induced coma for a couple of days. the doctor said that the procedure will temporarily stop his brain. sounds like they are temporarily killing him. i really hope he is fine. the doctor said he was very sick. he was shaking uncontrollably. i did not understand much of what was said. look at me i’m shaking. perhaps they should put me on induced coma as well.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.25.2015 @ 9:41 am
i like to walk in darkness and study the night; to disturb its silence with the echoes of my walks, to wonder whether my next step would keep me or fail me and only my thoughts to guide my path; to exist and see the night react in my presence.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.24.2015 @ 6:15 am
i went to the room full of dread. there it was, the heap i left last night, unscathed and pulsating. was it so much to think that at least half of them would have just vanished in the morning? well enough wishful thinking and better get started, those books are not gonna study by themselves. if only they would though.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.24.2015 @ 3:38 am
If i recall correctly, it was Hozier’s Take Me To Church playing at the end of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. Never was a song more perfectly used.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.22.2015 @ 2:19 pm
if i recall correctly, it was Hozier’s Take Me To Church playing at the end of the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. never was a song more perfectly used.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.22.2015 @ 2:14 pm
And they made all sorts of offerings to Belzebub, the Lord of flies. They made their peace. They can hunt knowing the wrath of their god would not befall them. How unfortunate to those who had not seen the truth; perhaps they should make them.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.22.2015 @ 12:08 am
when he saw that movie he cried. he suddenly understood what was happening a few years back. her mother, the darling she was, had spiked her drinks with all kinds of alcohol. it was, in a way, a means for her to bear the atrocities of her mundane life.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.21.2015 @ 3:46 am
her lips are cursed, i tell you. with chants they’re calling mine like the day calls her sun; to a sweet inescapable desolation. in her darkness, i’ll be her light, that all consumed at dusk.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.19.2015 @ 2:21 pm
integrate your mind and your hand and you get writing
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.18.2015 @ 2:57 pm
The leaves are picked, thrown in scalding water, immersed for a minute then poured in a cup.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.18.2015 @ 3:57 am
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she has been like that since she was young. if she wants to she can get herself out of it, only it seems like she has always wanted to be miserable. a very sad thing to wallow one’s self in.
» Posted By edrianredentor On 01.17.2015 @ 11:53 am