SirRantsALot

It towers over me piously looming casting green shadows to dim the truth, and forcing falsehood into the remaining light. She stands with it, seemingly taller than the steeple she wields like a sword. Her stories snake through the minds of her offspring, poisoning the thoughts they bite. They replace memories of genderless orientation lacking friends, with a serpent, begging to be free, but who strikes all of its handlers. No one else could make sharp thoughts out of jade haze.

 There's a moment in each life, where everything stops. Its just a second, but you know its the turning point of your entire life. Mine happened in a mall.  I was with a friend, we were sitting in a back corner, barely filling up two feet of room with our small frames. We were talking of our plans to go to a concert later, excitedly wondering if we'd make it back to go to the Science Museum for their laser show. I looked up, and was captured. It was just like in the movies, our eyes met, his glowed, and he started towards us. He looked like a god to me, muscular, sweet, a little outcasted but in enough to pull me out of the corner I cast

If school feels like prison, what's to stop me from committing a crime so that I feel like I deserve it. If people look at me like I am a delinquent, what's to stop me from fulfilling their judgement, so I get a rest from being profiled. If my feelings are null just because they came out of a non wrinkled mouth then what's to stop me from feeling none.

Shoes, brown, covered in filth have never seen dirt, or walked on sun-warmed soil. Slacks, pinstriped, authoritative in demeanor that lay wrinkled, unpressed and unimpressive. A fallen executive to be, little box-less, held up by ticky tacky, no one wants to look the same.

Through puffy eyes I look into my dreams and see you. I see you and me on swings, in trees, and outside the little ice shop eating sweet frozen food dye. Through blank stares I look at my ceiling and see you. I see you and me on a floral couch, in freezing water, and running down forested paths to escape a danger we both know is not there. Through crossed arms I look into my memories and see you. I see you and me in an open field, on gravel roads, and upside down on a chair watching endless streams of time and space. On my back, on my arms, on my legs, on my heart, I see you and me.

It wasn't funny. We looked at each other, then to the front, our doe eyes reflecting the neon bright question; What do we do? We could hear him, see him, feel his anguish, but we did not know what to do. So we did nothing

I bite into an apple, Hoping that it might grace me with nectar. The juice that runs down my chin tastes of apathy.

You just got the news. Today's breaking story hit too close to home.

Velvet pressed against my feet, it's a deep green with strays of lime, and it creeps slowly up. It traces soft lines against my skin burning me, but I never notice. I never notice the  jade scars, the people they turn away, and the pain others feel when my velvet reaches them too.

     You know how sometimes, you block out your footsteps and suddenly feel like you've gone deaf? You watch as your feet hit the pavement, and pick them selves back up again, and yet there is no sound. You can feel the vibrations in your legs, your brain is telling you there should be one, and then a car honks and you jump because you heard it. You breathe a sigh of relief, and continue walking, enjoying the slight slap of the concrete.                     This experience is my every day.     I sit around this place, waiting for the train to come and pick me up. I sit, and I wait, and I  hear everything. I feel everything. People don't