The Anarcher
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The Anarcher
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
Like a sweater you are comfortable
You have your own personalized knit
Beautiful patterns compliment my fit
Like a sweater you are well-made
Materials crafted so vibrant and colorful
Lost in a sea of cashmere, cotton, and wool
Like a sweater there are many options
You’re far superior to others I’ve tried on
You fit me perfectly, the others are wrong
Like a sweater you keep me warm
You wrap me ...
Water
Sloshes around
Unbothered
Its makeup stays constant
Two hydrogen
One oxygen
But every body of water
Has different minerals
Salt contents
Different temperatures
Different sustained life
It molds to its surroundings
Reshaping upon contact
This is what makes it water
Gas goes wherever it wants
Unless trapped and sealed
And solids are unyielding
Except with extreme force
But gasses condensate
An...
“It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down,” I mused to the child. She was perched haphazardly on the chipped blue monkey bars, held up solely by the crook of her purple jegging-clad knees, a camouflage pattern to blend in. Her long, rust-colored hair drooped down, brushing the rough tanbark with its nostalgic woody smell.
“Hey! I’m on a top secret mission here. You’ll ruin it!...
(TW: Holoc@ust)
One usually commits arson out is spite. This is because it’s far easier to summon the power-fuel of fire from match-wielding fingertips than to confront uncomfortable emotions. And even if my maturity would betray me this, I’ll admit I was not angry.
I was young and naïve to the cruelties of the world. I had warmed my cold-pale hands. I had caught the fluttering ash like raindrop...
“Lois, get your root off of mine, budge over,” Gregor, the Pine, grumbled.
“Oh, quit your griping, you old geezer,” Laney, the Sassafras, piped in, “leaf some light for the rest of us tomorrow, will ya?”
Her mother, the Laurel, chided her, “Twigling, what have I told you about disrespecting your alders?”
“That’s ‘Old Growth’ to you, missy,” Lois, the Banyan, cut in.
Mabel, the Maple, extended a b...
TW: De@th
We grow up hearing, “do what you love!” For those with a passion for food, like me, why not take one last bite with your last breath? It is commonplace in prison to get a last meal before the axe goes down. How come the incarcerated get this luxury but not the common person? These questions led me to open this esteemed euthanasia establishment. Our slogan? “It’s to die for!” And, we’ve ...
Don’t check under the bed
It’s there. It’s there.
It’s watching you sleep
Don’t dare. Don’t dare.
Then morning comes
It’s fine. It’s fine
Just missing laundry
It dines. It dines.
Just thread remains
How sad. How sad.
I loved those socks
Made mad. Made mad.
So today I vowed
It’ll pay. It’ll pay.
Tonight’s the night
Post-day. Post-day.
The clock struck twelve
I’ll check. I’ll check.
With flashli...
Two worn leather workboots. Nothing remarkable exactly. They were nice enough for what they were, yet they possessed an air of oddity. Upon closer inspection, the toebox was quite broad in width, and, well, not very box-like. Each toe had its own compartment, as gloves do. It was somewhat discreetly crafted, as if the wearer did not want to attract notice, opting for a more quiet rebellion from th...
I tried it for a while
Being painless
But the pain was replaced with numb
My body couldn’t communicate
Couldn’t sound the alarms
Something is wrong
Something is wrong
In this one mortal suit
Of flesh and blood
We still injure, get hurt, bleed
The not knowing killed me inside
Couldn’t say what’s enough
Something is wrong
Something is wrong
My warranty is up
I welcome pain
Pain lets us know we s...
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
You hide in plain sight
In puzzles so great
In day and in night
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
Where ever’ve you been
You perch on benches
On banks of the Seine
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
So peaceful you are
In bustling city
On edge of guitar
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
Oh what have you done
Catering chaos
Like hamburger buns
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
How is it you feel
Always on the run
I...