Busy Spirits Wandering by thecodyjames, literature
Literature
Busy Spirits Wandering
If you happen to take
an warm afternoon's shelter
underneath the shade
of your ancestral tree
(where dead relatives rest
'midst the bowering branches),
you'll see the same
give-up grow-old system
experience seems
to blasphemously follow:
you'll have to land ho the scary world
of useless lost-causes & loopholes.
From slipping on banana-peels
to cowering in corners,
our souls (between doomsdays)
do more damage to themselves
through abiding each step
up Jacob's social ladder
(clustering themselves with fear
of life's supposed duedates)
than they would (blessed
with shameless admittance)
realizing that they're strangers
Ramblings of a mad future by notpretendingtobe, literature
Literature
Ramblings of a mad future
Two people sat in a white room. The walls padded ever so slightly, sterile and safe. It smelled, stunk, of cleansers and puke. In essence it was the stereotypical madhouse.
He was in a tailored suit, his hair black and and slicked, a miasma of cologne hung around him. She was dressed in loose sweats, her hair short and ragged starting to gray, her eyes a deep piercing blue.
They were silent, staring at each other, a tape recorder between them.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "You want me to tell you the future. Only you will leave here, shaking your head, thinking I am mad. Just like all the ones before you. Tell me, am
Thank you so much for the favorite on the last story I've started. I'm changing it a bit, and very slowly working on it. You are still one of my favorite writers !!