11:19 p.m.

August 17th, 2010.

"It was like a point blank shot to the brain.

Just without the noise and without the pain."

 

The stuff of legend.

Wrapped in the words of the world.

 

Completely unhuman.

Animalistic even.

 

Through a scientific nature.

On the stage of the big city.

 

On the course of water ways.

Marking up ivory skin.

 

Pleased in wins and scores.

Awfully lame in honesty.

 

Trips of acid leaking from the rafters.

Roman numerals carved into red lips.

 

In true stories.

Pride rides on bat wings.

 

Payment due today.

Written in eyesight and beauty.

 

Though completely ignored.

The numb feelings coming through.

Reviews

[Cicera]

There is something oddly comforting in these lines. Maybe the absence of any bindings-those being moral, emotional or logical-makes me want to fly over a world of so many tasks, dues and obligations like a bee. This bee has a bird view over a plain that seems to encompass all that is within my world of matters--so freeing. This bee sits like a lazy cat on the doorway and watches from foot level all sorts of insequential events, passing in front of its eyes without making any sense at all of what so any--so mind-freeing.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Wonderful! You are a very good writer.
This is deep and has such truth.

Chloe

[Amy Vaughn]

"Completely unhuman.
Animalistic even." I love that.

[Brittany W]

Deep but very very good, i loved this, great job, i found one thing and its not even an error its just a typo,
"Just without the noise and withour the pain." i think maybe you meant without, im not trying to point things out, i just like when people show me typos, but great job :D