amphibi.us

this guise of flesh i don
keeps myself from affixing strong to
the social norm
i mask my lack of fashion
by pretending there’s no passion
in the world i’m on
except my own
i’ve been like this since i was born
and i’m still alone

attracted to the action
in each atom is everlasting and
free of form
keep myself from happiness
yet i’m loving, laughing,
healthy and strong
my mind is stone
i’ve been sheltered from this storm
and i’m still alone

the system shocks me
teases, taunts me
yet here i am
with the flocks and their
constant back-feed
static stymied
can barely stand
been like this since i could understand
i’m not alone
and im still alone

the best has yet to come
but i fret i will miss the day when
the best will come
because i am hiding in my brain
i fear the best will always stay
sheltered from my brain-storm
and when the brain’s bone,
will i feel comfort in the knowledge
that i’m still alone?

will i feel comfort in the knowledge
that i’m still alone?

© Stuart Mizrahi, 2009

[others]

Don’t you remember?

We were going to paint our house neon green

And all our friends were going to live there

And the living room was a ball pit.

Remember the kitchen was going to have 2 refrigerators? Just because?

And I told you it’d be cool if there was a fully sealed shower box

So that you could fill it up and hang out in a scuba suit.

You were going to put a slide in, next to all the stairs

And I wanted a room in the center of the house to be a jungle.

Like a real one.

How could you not remember?

The floors were going to be trampolines, with padded walls

And bubble machines on every ceiling, oh man.

And the whole house would be in a tree.

Don’t you remember?

What the hell, man. Your house is nothing like that.

© Shannon Peil, 2009

[others]

complacent misplaced and indecent
struggling to find the reason
judgment is skewed by emotions
trying to bring logic into chaos
trying to consolidate the oceans
trying to rationalize the feeling
just to come up short
while i force my mind into healing
i know why these thoughts are processed
but can’t help the pointless nonsense
or the shit that is my conscience

© Jesse Hindman, 2009

[others]

Next time some dude that you work kind of near by,
Or the girl that sometimes makes you coffee,
Or that old guy that always nods at you on your way down the street,
Or even that one chick that makes small talk with you while she cuts your hair -

Next time these people ask you, “How’s it going?”

Actually tell them. They deserve the truth. And maybe next time they won’t bother asking you.

Probably because you are depressing and don’t understand social etiquette very well.

© Shannon Peil, 2009

[others]