DakotaDakota slumps against the plain white wall as the examiners close the door behind them as they leave. For the past few years he has been subjected to a plethora of neurological tests, each one adding to the curiosity of the examiners rather than quelling it. The tests don't hurt much; he's used to them. He scans the room for what seems like the trillionth time. There's a light on the ceiling, padding on the walls and floor, and a single door that's always locked. There aren't any clocks in the room, but he always knows the time. He understands everything. He knows wh
Words+Words, words,almighty words!Show me your swords, show me your shafts!Where are your spears, where are your shields?Where are your cannons, where are your wheels?Where are your soldiers, your long-hardened men?Where are their wives,to never see them again?Show me your bombs, show me your rounds!Where are the mines, that you have laid down?Tell me with silence, not a thing to be spoke-how you can kill a man,lacking even in rope.
I wroteI wrote to my loved ones today, with an ink-felt pen on scratchy standard.I talked about the war, the hunger, and the sorrow. All of those meaningless things.I talked about the anxiety, the fear, and the terror. Bothers small and trite.I talked about the love. The biggest loser of them all.I wrote to my family today.
Fifty wordsFifty words to be profound, is that possible?Fifty words to give you my soul, if only I were that shallow.Fifty words to give you my mind,I'm drowning in thoughts and ideas.Fifty words to give you my love,but you flew off, and took it all away.
Existence questionI have to ask myself, what is existence?Where, is, existence?Humans breathe, and we live and die,but whether or not we exist is up to us.