I woke up yesterday, and the sun shined, and it shined, and I don’t remember what it did next, but that’s because it shined. And the sun is shining, and the ground is flat, and I am floating because if I’m not tripping, surely I glide. Back in the days of scraped knees and unstable…
Author: abrokeblogger
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A person placed precariously near to perfection is in peril of being plopped upon a pedestal of perception. Any person upon a pedestal risks the temptation to plunder by those whom it pleases to perceive pleasurable things. And that person perched up on a pedestal must be wary of posture, for any petty problem may…
Picture People
Her dark eyes flitter between places, but they snap the photo anyway, Just another endearing memento of a moment in one city — Imperishable, unlike her, cherishable, like a photo — Her wayward gaze and constant, focused daze, all caught in the framable way That she never, never did look for the camera. In the…
Acceptance vs. Ignorance in Regards to Bliss (city life & alternate universes)
A few weekends ago, I took off from work and drove across state borders to visit a long-lost love for what will probably be the last time in a long time, and which will definitely mark the end of our flighty affair — for now. I am talking about New York City. Although my State of Mind has…
Indifference is Bliss
Wake up, step outside. Your daily routine Just might make you die… Ignorance pervades Your Upper East Side. “Can’t I get some peace?” In periphery, A lit cigarette Sparks your tendency To tear down habits You know are unhealthy. “You lookin’ for death?” Walking down the street, You pass a breaking worker, Whom you can’t…
The Struggle is Over
Feet, legs, body, me — Criss-crossed, wrapped in the aged green grass Under the warm, familiar shade Of the old oak tree. Roots, stalk, petals, leaves — A bud I know from ages ago Bloomed one day — with my hand, but not my say; A rose on its own enjoys the breeze. Wind, hail,…
Mankind’s Affinity for Failure (based on H. G. Wells’ “The Time Machine” & personal experience)
Knowing I have to start my blog, and not knowing how, I’ll begin right where I am: Recently graduated, just finished reading a book I’d been lusting over for a year. Suspended in the disturbingly disorienting place between the glory of ‘I made it,’ the somberness of ‘it’s over,’ and the blind excitement of ‘what’s…