The beginning

There he was, on the vacant beach, that I had unwillingly positioned him there many repetitive times before. Allowing the wind to swallow his bicycle, he rode leaving no impressions of his tires on the sand below him. He wasn't wearing his helmet as he didn't that day three years ago. The beach was still. His eyes consumed the fringed spectrum of the viewer's cast. The Fog laid still hovering just over the water that mellifluously flowed through the tires barely. He wasn't sick, bruised or bloodied at all, he was perfect, finally. The man began to mouth three words that bit at the ankles of his son almost every unwakened moment; that bitter breath the man took the second he left the driveway that day: "Watch me, Charlie." Nothing was obviously fine.
A sudden sweep of the bicycle into the air threw the man onto his back into the sand that didn't bother making room for his body. The left arm twisted and cracked behind his back and from that his head bounced onto the ground and broke open. The reaply had been kind up to this point; this had only been seen only one heartless time.
The tentacles of the beach entangled the head, the body and the tires as the dream was delightfully disturbed by a fulmination beyond the vapid scene by someone who was very much alive: "Honey? Charlie honey, time to get up."

Thank You, Time

I was so big
i was so much older than them, and i was "da bomb"?
who says "da bomb" anymore?

I held my head high
though i should have lowered it
becuase of my black tee shirts i wore repetitively
and the same jeans that i had to secretly wash on Wednesdays

I laughed at others
and i let them laugh at her
though she was the one person i didn't laugh at
it still burns in my mind that i didnt do anything

I think i wanted to hate myself
but could never really do it
so, i was big because of that?

wow, time sure does fly
thank you, time

Algophobia- fear of pain
Androphobia- fear of men
Astrachnephobia- fear of storms
Bacteriophobia- fear of germs
Belonophobia- fear of pins and needles
Decidophobia- fear of making decisions
Domatophobia- fear of being confined in a house
Ergophobia- fear of work
Gephydrophobia- Fear of crossing bridges
Gynephobia- fear of women
Aqua/hydrophobia- fear of water
Monophobia- fear of being alone
Mysophobia- fear of dirt
Necrophobia- fear of dead bodies
Nucleomitiphobia- fear of nuclear bombs
Ombrophobia- fear of rain
Optophobia- fear of opening your eyes!
Pediphobia- fear of children or dolls
Phobophobia- fear of own fears
Sitophobia- fear of food
Sopholophobia- fear of learning
Taphephobia- fear of being buried alive
Technophobia- fear of technology
Thalassophobia- fear of the ocean
Triskaidekaphobia- fear of the number 13
Tropophobia- fear of moving

my favs. weird? naw! this is the most fun part of Psychology (yeah, it's capitolized --- meaning it's important!)

Just Another Weapon?

The image wasn't readable, but yet i knew what it read. it was a flock of birds on a curve and only one was distant from the rest. Rather beautiful actually, but it somehow burnt the front of my head, right behind my eyes. No matter how long i squinted, i could never provide proof to my hypothesis because they were so jumbled up and fuzzy. all i held under my microsope was that one bird that flew away from the rest, but for all i knew it was dust on the lense. it almost wants to hurt you, like why we made push pins or needles, not to put things up on walls, or to sow, but to provide another weapon for the common human.

We are each different in the eyes of ourselves.