Litnet

"About solitude I have this to say
I need the routine
Of the military the precision"

"for what if this night 
came as a spirit 
dimming out the melancholy, 
ripples of fear dissolving in a stream" 

"Whereas other tram rides are more conventional, follow standard routes, or where one finds oneself somewhat ill at ease – with someone else’s wallet pressed up against your thigh or a few smelly armpits too close for comfort. Tram 23 does not follow suit. Tram 23 is a spaceship of a different breed."

"How can nothing be growing? 
The star doctors say it is 
Is the nothingness showing?"

"sadness cannot be contained 
nor repressed 
it seeps unceremoniously 
through the tiniest slit"

"He died in isolation
Surrounded by sterile strangers
Unknown machines
In an intensive care unit
Without history or memory
Or a warm hand in his."

"I retraced 
My steps 
Back to the days 
Before I lost all of my ways"

"I saw the deaths of twenty-somethings
crawl behind me,
dressed in fire suits"

"By an invisible force that will not sway 
And its purpose to disrupt and to set asunder  
And rob this world of all its wonder"

"Of worlds and lands beyond and far away 
That place where my soul longs to stay 
Further than the moon or even Mars"

"the fear and dread that astounds me 
I let it be 
duly unaware of what you might see"

"My attraction to food teaches me to forget the emotional pain. It calms me. It wants me. There are so many ways an addict validates what they are doing."

"Since day one, I had only one
And I guess it was better than having none
But as the years went by,
He left just like the rest"

"We did not evolve to be ourselves, 
Our consciousness is controlled by chemicals. 
Neither the mind, the body, the heart 
nor free will belong to us."

"A cherry blossom and rainbow spring awaits 
the thawing of the blanket snow 
on highlands and Malutis, 
to rejuvenate and grow" 

"Our minds are controlled by chemistry 
and we are brainwashed by volatility. 
We are bombarded by contradicting messages, 
lost in our own wretched wilderness."

"The words were in your eyes, I could see them 
rise and crest in your eyes and roll and stretch 
and break in hers, leaving her awash."

"Now, as I lurk 
in sightless nights, 
and against the floriferous 
beauty of the past"

"The old fingers shaking a little, determined to hold on, 
The piece of toast, clamped securely, 
the last of the jam, a bright spot of colour 
the old man pauses, delaying his pleasure"

"I followed the footprints, 
Jumping to gauge the width, 
Through rain and drought-stricken ground, 
I followed you."