Do I Make My Angel WeepDo I make my angel weep,Do I Make My Angel Weep by thespes
Bowing down on bended knee,
When I sit on a lonely couch
And wrap myself in apathy?
Do I make my angel yell,
Beat the air with angry fists,
When I crawl into my bed
And wallow in the dark and doubt?
Could I make my angel sing,
Smiling brighter than the sun,
If I were to seize the day
And of failure worry not?
A General Dreams“I have a dispatch for the general, sir.”A General Dreams by thespes
“It can wait.”
“But, sir, it’s urgent. From the King himself.”
“The general is sleeping.”
“...I see, sir. I’ll see him when he wakes.”
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The woman was on a promontory playing her flute. The wind whipped through her hair, making it mimic the cascade of her crimson dress. The general’s practical mind noted that the direction of the wind would make playing the flute difficult, if not impossible, yet the mournful sight of her music floated effortlessly above the percussive wind. This was a dream.
He knew what he should do, but he didn’t wish to confront her, not yet. He turned to survey the land around him. It was rocky, dark, and dismal, the far off horizon blurring into a foggy gray. There were no signs of battle, no signs of death, but there were no signs of life either. A soft but piercing note tore him from the desolate landscape
Poetry?I don't seePoetry? by thespes
How this is
It's just a
RipplesWhen a ripple disturbs the surfaceRipples by thespes
Of your soul’s eternal lake,
What creature starts to stir?
What beast do you awake?
Is it a grey-green slug who moans,
But won’t be bothered to care?
Or perhaps a small grey fish
That runs away to its lair?
A dragon sporting blood red teeth
Could lose a fearsome roar,
Or will a woman clad in white
Calmly walk along the shore?
When the ripple mars the mirror
Of that internal water,
Shall you call the Golden Lady,
Or will you breed a monster?
Worst five bucks ever. X-ray glasses. They really work!Worst five bucks ever. by Tobaeus
It wasnt much of an ad, but it caught Hals attention as he flipped idly through the latest issue of his favorite comic book. Only five bucks? He could swing that. And if they didnt work, hed only be out five bucks. He clipped the add and sent in his order.
The glasses came after the standard six to eight week waiting period. Hal often wondered why it took so long. Probably just another way these people liked to show that they were still in control. Didnt matter, though. He smirked as he slipped them on and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. Damn. Nothing was see-through. All he could see was the rainbow effect that 3-D glasses had, and frankly, while pretty, it gave him a headache. So much for taking these babies to the pool. Five bucks down the drain. No big loss, he supposed. Hal tossed them onto his desk and forgot a