Author: WilliamC

Where’d all the good men go? We once had a world of those.
I guess it’s just a change in times.
Maybe one day they’ll come back.
Maybe one day they’ll be as real as they once were.
Let’s hope that by the time our grandkids live, those good men will roam the world for them.
Hopefully, they’ll know how great everything once was.
How has it all come to this? How has the world mutated into this savage land?

Why did the world change? For better? For worse?
No one will ever know.

Mankind loves dark.
This fascination is everywhere.
They love dark, the dark, being left in the dark.
Is there something I’m not seeing?

I have a beautiful neighbor.
Everything about her is perfect.
She loves these black, disgusting roses in her garden.
What does she see in them?

The world is vile and evil,
A wretched hell abandoned by the Earth’s myriad of deities.
“It’s nothing,” they say, keeping their cool.
How do you keep cool when your life is falling apart?

Becky was- and this is an understatement- appalled. She’d gotten some wierd calls before; people did crazy shit all the time, and they often required immediate medical assistance. This one was definitely unprecedented. The caller, a young man by the name of Doug, had called, asking for an ambulance, while him and his girlfriend were getting freaky. Doug apparently thought it help set the mood by showing her that he could pop his eyes out of his socket. Then, he tripped and landed face-first into a box of Cici’s mac and cheese pizza that they had eaten for dinner. Not only did he scratch his left eye on some half-eaten crust, but his eyes were covered in cheese sauce and grease. This caused his eyes to slip out of their sockets when he tried to put them back. Needless to say, Becky quit her job after that call. Her mother was right, she should’ve just married rich.

When you look in the mirror what do you see?
Do you see scars where you tried to pull apart the lines of your life?
Do you see marks where you became too big for your skin?
Do you see red marks that smear themselves across your body?
Do you see unevenness that traces you ?
Do you see bumpy roads of life that have left you uncared for?
Do you see every imperfection ?
Do you see your beauty?
Do you see scars that show you how far you have come?
Do you see marks that show you’re only human?
Do you see that no matter what, you triumph in the face of trouble?
Do you see that even with everything that life throws at you, you’re still here?
Do you see how that is the biggest achievement anyone could wish for?
Do you see that the story your skin wears is the story of you?
Do you see your perfect imperfections?
Do you see you?
Because you are perfectly imperfect?
Because you are you?

You were a teddy bear
A soft kind teddy bear
You give warm long cluddles and and soft brushes of the hair
I found you on a park bench, playing with a different girl
She was pretty and kind but quiet
I spoke too loud and stole you away
I tore the blue statin bow from her hair and tied it around your neck
I dragged you with that blue satin bow through the dirt and grass
I choked you as I played with your soft fur
I poked and prodded you as you cuddled me
You were choking as I dragged you with that satin bow
That’s when he came and opened my eyes
He showed me the dirt on your fur
And the marks on your neck
And the frown on my face
So I untied the satin bow and now I leave you here
I leave you with sorrow in my heart
I leave you with sadness
I leave you with sorrys and I wish’s
And I tied them all up with that blue satin bow
And called it happy Valentine’s Day

For sale
one house
One overpriced
Too big
Too empty
Too new
For sale
one house
Filled with the stories of broken people
One woman broken at the seams mad at the world for deeds she committed
One man depressed seeing a world of limited opportunities and limited chances
One girl cased with disease and placed in a category of broken and misunderstanding
One boy riddled with social anxiety lost chances and depression hiding from people and himself
One girl lost in thought and in a strive to fit the social norms
For sale
one house
Riddled with the haunting spirits of a broken marriage, three lost childhoods and hope
For sale
one house
Bought once for the strive of a new and better life
Sold
one house
Bought this time so that others could forget

As soon as Waldo landed his ginormous space ship on the face of planet Earth, he instantly felt spontaneous and ready to take on any change he was about to be faced with through his epic journey of discovery. His first, and ultimately his most important discovery was made on an amazing walk through a mysterious forest, that was known to have the best blueberries to ever grow on Earth. Waldo fell in love with these said blueberries, and got the craziest idea. He decided to completely change his appearance. He took the sweet taste and the mesmerizing shape and texture of the best blueberries he’d ever known, and made them his own identity. He instantly became fascinated with himself, and felt more confident than he had ever felt before. He was ready for a new beginning on his new favorite planet, and as his new favorite self. He was now ready to read every mesmerized face that stopped and stared. He was ready for every attraction he would encounter from now on. He was the new version of a blueberry attraction, and he was ready for a new life he could proudly call his very own.

Fear in a man’s eye can be seen at night
Between the dancing specters of friends’ past.
Through the darkness he prays will not last
Painful memories remind him of fright
Endured at a tender age. Such a blight
One his mind. Quick thoughts sprint by, his heart, gassed.
The weight of his life pressed his chest and asked
“Captain what should we do? Can we turn right?
A chill grips the man and does not let go.
He feels the tossing of a ghostly ship.
Cracking keel thunders loud before the flip
That casts the men down with a forceful blow.
Every night between the light, his guilt trip
Goes underway with the crazed man in tow.

Dreams.
Fragile as the thin encasement of a hummingbird’s egg soft against morning’s dew,
Yet equally as intense as a wild raging river, deep in a jungle’s heart.
A level of being in which the astounding mind conjures a complex artificial reality. It is glorious performance of light and sound…
Of fear and deprivation…
Of love and fulfillment…
Of choice and control…
Arising from smoldering ashes of a sleeping mind,
It is a fiery formula of subconscious experience.
It is held prisoner behind fluttering eyelids who battle fruitlessly against the heavy blanket of night.

Reach into the box of expectations, desperate and uncertain. Withdraw from it an extravagant mask, shielding your eyes from the harsh lights of rationale and variation overhead. Look around; a stage. How curious. It’s as if one were putting on a play of pseudo reality in which the plot never varies and stays oblivious to the world outside the curtain walls. You can see the other actors all share identical masks, all striving for the same role. It is like a school of fish, trying so hard to follow this concept of independence and individuality that it soon loses its meaning.
There is an ignorance to acknowledge this false sense of uniqueness.
Expectations.
Society has expectations for what is considered individualistic and creative. It is no longer decided by the individual, rather the crudeness of the group.
Forcing our minds to heed to the demands of others, we now strive to appeal to the standards not set by one’s self. We live our lives claiming to be pursuing personal goals, but in reality we live for someone else. Afraid of being cast outside of the group, isolated and neglected, we wear the identical masks and repeat the same verses.