Leaning loosely fingers sweating
Nothing comes from lack of petting
Lack of lust and seeping wetting
Twitch Twitch
Pencil breaking
Seizure taking
Loathing waking
Twitch Twitch
Sleeping eyes wide open
Cumming color tubes are broken
Sleepless harlequin unspoken
Twitch Twitch
Take me back to innocence
Plushy friends and pillow tents
Take me back I scream this makes no sense
Twitch Twitch
Life has changed I'm seeing gray
Where are the days where I could play
Lost forever in memory they say
Twitch Twitch
I'm abandoning the past
My memories of you are fading fast
I don't remember you at last
Twitch Twitch
But I remember rhy
If I fell in love with you by GoodnightCat, literature
Literature
If I fell in love with you
His stool squeaks and shakes as his leg jumps up and down. Both of his feet are resting on the metal bar beneath the diner. His shirt is bright yellow. Three creamers lay on either side of his untouched cup of coffee. Hes got to be in his late 40s, early 50s. His hair is thinning with patches of white scattered amongst his salt and pepper scalp.
I start taking bets with myself as to what hes going to order. The strawberry muffin? Maybe the Greek olive omelet with tiny chives catering to his vegetarianism. Perhaps something more filling, the Lumberjack Special with a side salad, no tomatoes, fat free sugar free dressin
In my perfect world it's always the middle of the night.
This takes place in a city. This city is named Lucid Dream.
The middle of the city is lit brightly, the outskirts dark.
The city's center is large and open, skyscrapers tower around it.
Here, light parades up and down the streets.
People celebrate for no reason.
This is the part of the city people come to to feel something different.
Think of this as the urban Bahamas.
Outside of the center, the dark parts hold the diners and the bars of the city.
These bars and diners are hallowed ground.
People go to bars to confess their sins, they come here for reconciliation, they c
She runs her fingers along my jaw.
You have a sharp chin. she says and laughs. Her tears fall on my neck.
The Barenaked Ladies blasts through the bus speakers. I stare up at her and smile. She takes my hand in hers and draws something on it. She takes off her right glove with the fingers cut out and puts it on me.
Never look at what I drew. she says and makes me promise.
The bus stops, she cant stop crying. I hold her and brush the hair out of her face.
Ill see you again. I say
Wait. she says, and fishes in her backpack. She pulls out a Polaroid camera and takes my picture.
He
I throw back my neck and down the remainder of my purchased 'premium coffee drink'.
I didn't sleep last night.
In the background I listen to the sounds of droning math class students making small talk about six dollar milk.
Early math class people, the salt of the earth.
My book is sprawled open next to me with a retro sketch of New Orleans' French Quarter circa 19xx. The blue represents plausible sea level. If water filled the Quarter where would the actual height be?
Too late.
I hate to think of charred floating math book pages, searching the abandoned plains of a burned world after a nuclear holocaust reading,
The Shabbery Prince... by GoodnightCat, literature
Literature
The Shabbery Prince...
The blue glow of the great ferris wheel fades into the night and drains into a neon liquid on the grass below. The bright yellow of the merry-go-round flows onto the sidewalk and makes a glowing trail to a pool where all of the carnival lights are flooding. This giant pool continues to grow and hundreds of hoses sticking out of clown boxes suck this liquid up and spray it into the starry sky.
"Watch," the father says to the little boy.
The constantly color changing glow shatters into the stars and falls in big drips into the nearby ocean. With that, the black abyss turns into a show of multicolored lights. What once was cold is now warm and
Tak Tak Tak -:A Lucid Dream:- by GoodnightCat, literature
Literature
Tak Tak Tak -:A Lucid Dream:-
The black paint of the building tops stuck to our shoes as we ran past faceless fruit vendors that sold no fruit.
No one was chasing anyone but we had to get someplace, but we didn't know where.
The mercury sky was crowded with cellophane clouds and the street below was scattered with Tak Tak Tak letters of a typewriter.
Can't stop the beat in my head, urban shock and tile killer, the perfect muse for a gallant in the skyline.
We stop to stare as a 200 story tall giraffe with the face of a Geisha, a giant handlebar mustache and green flowing dreadlocks waltzes by with serene calming steps.
I think to myself this can't be real, this onl
I throw back my neck and down the remainder of my purchased 'premium coffee drink'.
I didn't sleep last night.
In the background I listen to the sounds of droning math class students making small talk about six dollar milk.
Early math class people, the salt of the earth.
My book is sprawled open next to me with a retro sketch of New Orleans' French Quarter circa 19xx. The blue represents plausible sea level. If water filled the Quarter where would the actual height be?
Too late.
I hate to think of charred floating math book pages, searching the abandoned plains of a burned world after a nuclear holocaust reading,