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Posted by superpsychotic1990 on January 29, 2014
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It’s a Cliffhanger, Alright… (Continued)
She couldn’t believe her eyes. All she could do was stand there and stare in utter disbelief. The toilet had swallowed her phone whole, and the only thing it left behind was the battery.
She felt lost. Her phone was gone. No longer could she call or text her friends. And gone were the days when she could access Facebook and Twitter (Instagram wasn’t well-known then, if it was even around). She had been deprived of her freedom in just a few short seconds. Her life was over. Whatever would she do? How would she get a new phone with no job? Would she ever see the thousands of pictures she’d taken on her phone again? As long as the large cellular device was swimming in the pitt of the sewage system, these questions would reveal unfortunate results.
She never did find her cell phone; I’m assuming it’s still “swimming with the fishes,” as they generally say. But as she began to realize that it was gone forever, she knew she had to start over. She eventually got a new phone, courtesy of mommy and daddy’s paychecks, and recovered from her loss.
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on January 21, 2014
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2014/01/21/its-a-cliffhanger-alright-continued/
It’s a Cliffhanger, Alright…
My sister was at school when it happened.
Like a typical teenager, she set her cell phone (a big, bulky BlackJack) on the toilet paper dispenser while she went to the bathroom. All was well, until she flushed the toilet.
At the same time the toilet flushed, she got a text message. The phone vibrated so strongly that it vibrated off the toilet paper dispenser and into the toilet.
To be continued…
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/06/weekly-writing-challenge-cliffhanger/
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on January 8, 2014
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/its-a-cliffhanger-alright/
Living through the Horoscope
I looked at my horoscope today, and it said that I am in denial.
DENIAL. The word echoes through my brain like a knife stabbing multiple times at my flesh, literally getting under my skin and rupturing my insides. Stabbing until I wake from this delusion, open my eyes and realize how wrong I was. Or does it just make me numb, thus leaving more room for denial? I don’t know the answer. Maybe it could go either way, depending on which way I want to go.
I have been looking for answers, hoping to find the right ones. I have been yearning for a sign to direct me down the right path. Turning to my horoscope on a daily basis certainly hasn’t brought me comfort, but it has made an unbelievable amount of sense, for I have an inkling that I am in a severe amount of denial right now, a denial I need to shake myself from. As much as I want to deny it, my horoscope seems to be the sign I have been searching for.
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on January 2, 2014
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2014/01/02/living-through-the-horoscope/
The New Year
Last New Year’s Eve seems like yesterday. It’s hard to believe another year has gone by. So many expectations I had, so many hopes and dreams reformed, so many hardaches endured. I anticipated it to be a better year. I anticipated that things would go right. I had finally got over something after three long, upsetting years, and was finally opened to embracing change for the better.
I promised myself I wouldn’t let myself hurt like that ever again. This year broke that promise for me, however. Another failed attempt at something I wished for. But in the words of Elphaba, “Wishing only wounds the heart” (Wicked). That small shred of hope I still hold onto for some awful reason. The painful realization of the fact that I am in denial…
Along with the bad, this year also brought good, wonderful things to my life. College graduation allowed me to start a new chapter. It was time. I was ready to move from the classroom to the workforce. Getting a job helped me discover new passions, passions I hope to keep around for a long time. I made new friends, spent time with my longterm friends, and made wonderful memories with both parties. I grew stronger in my faith, stronger than ever, realizing that it is the most important thing.
I am not at all a perfect person; I am so far from it. This past year helped me to realize that. As I get older, I realize that change is inevitable, regardless of how painful it may be. Realizing this certainly doesn’t make things better. In fact, there are times when it seems impossible to bear. In any case, despite the pain and sadness, everything is going to be OK.
Here’s to a new year filled with uncertainties.
Cheers!
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on December 31, 2013
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2013/12/31/the-new-year/
I Fled from Thee (Response to Sir Thomas Wyatt’s “They Flee from Me”)
I fled from thee, though sometime thee I sought
In thy cold chamber, my humility surrendered.
I fled to thee in lustful moments of distraught
Behavior, I wish I did not remember
The time I placed myself under thy control,
And made myself vulnerable
To thee, my head spins with sickness knowing
What I have done, my nightgown flowing
From my bare shoulders, I shiver
In the cold darkness
How did it come down to this?
Many a time I have asked this question
To my swirling conscious, my divine possession
And have decided on the perfect conclusion:
Desperate, I was, to love and be loved,
To feel like I had someone,
I was captivated by delusion’s dreadful spell,
And now, I would rather be alone.
Dear heart, what did thee expect?
I have never loved thee
I loved my lust instead,
For thou art too kind for me. I crept
Along the winding hallways endlessly
To find something, anything
To pretend to love
And call my Turtle Dove,
And there, thou was sent from above,
But now, I know that I deserve
To fulfill my own happiness and reserve
My love for someone other than thee.
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on December 24, 2013
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2013/12/24/i-fled-from-thee-response-to-sir-thomas-wyatts-they-flee-from-me/
… the mystery of thoughts …
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on September 13, 2013
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2013/09/13/the-mystery-of-thoughts/
Wine
Rushes through my veins and numbs
My limbs and the room spins with me
in the middle of the
Revolving carousel of drunkenness.
My body turns
warm as I cry for
this spinning carousel to stop my mind
from racing.
Rapid waves slap
against the sand and my feet
are welcomed with cool water
that relieves the pain of
Sweat.
Sweet sweat marbles dribble
down my neck and back and rest
in the midst of my butt crack to give me
a serious case of
Swamp Ass.
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on August 13, 2012
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/wine/
Gum Wrappers
Gum wrappers wrap
around slippery, slobbery, chewed
pieces of gum,
folded securely and dispensed
into a pocket; carelessly
Forgotten.
My pockets are portable
Trash cans
as balls of chewed-up slime harden and
Leak through their trap, creating
Sticky stains on the
Fabric.
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on June 26, 2012
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2012/06/26/gum-wrappers/
Sleeping
The room spins and I sink
into drowsy sleep and slip
between the satin sheets and slick
across the mirror of ice and creep
into the quiet shadows against my sleeves
and dream.
Fearlessly, I glide,
Skate against the wicked shine that stares
at me with evil eyes on blades
as sharp as mine;
I cross my eyes and wait,
You told me it was safe.
Slap a hand against my mouth,
Cover the noise; block out
the sound that strikes my lips
to move.
Posted by superpsychotic1990 on May 8, 2012
https://superpsychotic1990.wordpress.com/2012/05/08/sleeping/