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You Read Me Wrong

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Couplets

Why must I rhyme in pairs? 

And ride it like old mares.

Until it falls apart,   

A freshly beaten heart.    

It gallops to the wall,    

Into a hole so small.      

A door that seemed ajar,   

Sends pieces scattered far 

Into Oblivion

Where nothing is and all is none.

For never can there be 

A place devoid of me 

So much as it

Yet still I rhyme cause… shit.

Probably Everything.

Is there something wrong with me? I think there might just have to be.

To feel the lack of all those eyes, to be a stack of weathered sighs.

Maybe I wonder there and back, an empty sack of heart attacks

And this is not prone to be fun… no wonder I lack anyone.

Yet when I walk I do go straight, and when I talk I try to state:

I am just me I mean to be nothing more than my fantasy.

The clothes I wear they do not care for what’s beside or how the hair

Doth fold and fumble on the head, I merely steer them to your stead.

I’m innocence exuding light that leads my shadow to a fight

With the one who casts it on the ground that keeps it down upon

The beaten, bent, and broken tracks of feet and cars and feral packs

Of hunting wolves and men at arms who seek to slay in sulting swarms. 

A little one, so quick to run towards the dark to keep the sun

Off of this back that cannot bear to hold the weight of someones care.

I call you here, you do not hear

I grab a hold, but never told

What’s wrong with me? I do so plea

I need to know what it may be.

I Thought It Could Stretch

This place is loose and weak

U nfu rli ng  as  I s pea k

T he  b on ds  w hi ch  h ol d  re ly

O  n   n o   t h i n g    b u  t     a     l i  e

A   m  a  s s   c o n  t o  r  t i o  n    o f

T  h  e    m   a    g i  c     t  h  a t   o  n  c  e   w      a  s

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N      o      w      s     t     r     a      n      d     s     o     f      r      u    b   b      e      r      b     a     n     d     s

Encrawling

In my little home

Spiders like to roam

In my little room

Spiders whisper doom

In my little bed

Spiders curl a web

In my little mind

Spiders close and bind

In my little thought

Spiders prey is caught

In my little life

Spider eyes are rife.

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                                                                Now that was funny

I’m not here.

"Do you think, for a fly, wings are strictly a mode of transportation?"

Well actually, and this may be a little off topic, but I think your movie sucks. 

Sorry, Juaqin Pheonix? Jaquin Pheonix? Wakeen Feenicks? Jaqen H’ghar? Puff daddy? Whatever.

Ten times over.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

Julius Caesar was distinguished by warlike courage.

I don’t understand anything.

With Love, Turkey

I once had a love affair with a turkey. 

I spread my feathers wide and she answered the call.

I drummed with joy as she nuzzled my wattle.

My snood was aflame, and it spread to my heart.

My world was all turkey, the rest was just gravy.

Time locked in a dream, I wanted nothing but to sleep.

But after that thankful day, she never gobbled back to me. 

I went to her tree, and found her naked body yelping for another.

I saw her for what she was, just a painted hand on a blank page.

She broke my wish bone in half, and I ended up short.

Yet still, I give thanks for that lesson in love.

I guess I’m still an immature male, a Jake if you will.

Watch out fellow WRITERS! We’re not as in control as we think we are.

This video was made by an artist/writer/film director/copywriter named Edson Oda. Watch another amazing video of his called “Malaria

 And thank you http://io9.com/ for posting about this guy and for the endless hours of edutainment that you offer everyday. <3 

 I am this: |_______________| much smarter because I read your website. That space fits 3 “Brains”. I have 3 more Brains because of you. WRITER damn!

Indie Thoughts: The Post: Indie Game: The Movie

"Part of it is about not trying to be professional. Like a lot of people come into indie games trying to be like a big company. What those games companies do is create highly polished things that serve as large of an audience as possible. The way that you do that is by filing off all the bumps on something. If there’s a sharp corner you make sure that’s not gonna hurt anybody if they bump into it or whatever. That creation of this highly glossy commercial product is the opposite of making something personal. Things that are personal have flaws, they have vulnerabilities. If you don’t see a vulnerability in somebody you’re probably not relating with them on a very personal level. So it’s the same with a game design. Making it was about: Let me take my deepest flaws and vulnerabilities, and put them in the game… and let’s see what happens." - Jonathan Blow

If any one man inspires me to want to get up and do things, real things, things that involve real effort and real time and real persistence, it’s him.

Another gem, not from the movie:

" I don’t like to use the word fun too much to describe what I try to do."

This coming from a guy who makes games. Genius or heretic. Probably both.