epic-observer

The openness of your topic choices is intriguing to me and makes me wonder if you will read this at all. The limitless topic possibilities are a little daunting. What can I say to convince you that I want, desire and deserve your money?  You're even giving me the option to reuse words I've tried on others before.  So this makes me wonder, who are these faceless judges? What are their motives for giving away $1,000 and what do they want from me? Should I tell you about how motivated I am? Though I guess that's evidenced by the fact that I am writing this essay in the first place. Should I expand on my hardships? Plead for the $1,000 because I'

Pound, pound, pound, A moment and a minute where you fear, fear, fear. Wanting to know feels worse than knowing and growing and stowing away. The knowledge is sitting then sinking then stinking an infestation in your brain screaming go away GO AWAY. You cannot fathom a truth that's uncouth that is ruthless with no proof. You can't believe in a lie, could you try? Dry your eyes. Be the calm one, find a shaman, to lead you to peace. Calm their fears, hear their tears. Where there is no anger the path becomes clear. Stand in the middle. Don't pick a side. Find the beat in your heart and take a ride on the sane side. If you tried

The pinprick is a quick tease. Making my heart race. I know soon I will feel relief. A release of endorphins That send me through the roof it's my proof of what a needle can do, from me to you. There are no numbing effects just sometimes a sore neck I'm not like a frat boy putting in What I do carries no sin but the reverse A gift that I must wait 56 days to give The wait in between is so mean and I crave it A band around my arm sends me flying When the cold metal pierces me I'm trying To curb my enthusiasm They don't lose a drop It flows slow, but I'm in no rush to go I just get a rush When I watch the bag fill up and tip

sdrawkcab nettirw smeop siht ees ton ot enoyreve rof meop elttil a tsuj sti em morf uoy ot edam sgniht taerg uoy llet ot detnaw I thguartsid os m'i won tub meop siht nialpxe ot koot ti emit eht togrof I yas ot detnaw I tahw

Footsteps in the snow, Who trudged this path alone? Who without a friend or love braved your cold? Was there a reason for their venture? Were they bitter steps? Heavy with despair Each crunch agonizing on the heart Leaving behind frozen footsteps of hurt. Were they light prints? Leaving behind traces of love The warmth of each step Melting holes in your vista Were they going or coming? Slow footsteps thinking Of a time well spent Or rapid footsteps Hurried in anticipation, Of a joyful meeting Out there somewhere in the cold and snow Are there other footsteps to meet you? Two sets making a direct line to each other Until

Silly me oh silly me Of all the things that I can see There's naught so big as my TV What a bore what a bore There's nothing for me out of doors And I'd never bother with my chores Think of this think of that People stopping for a chat As if I have a welcome mat Alone! Alone! To be alone! Is the thing that I'd condone, But it's hard to do without a home

When you wander from room to room In a house that's as full as can be And you bump into things and you wonder How is there no room for me? With the tables and chairs and couches The stoves and inflatable beds The books oh the books there in every nook And their words are right there in your head Oh the stuff you can fit in a room Oh the stuff you can fit in your head Oh the stuff oh the stuff I should clean out some stuff But I think I'll go do stuff instead

I've forgotten your face Not your arms they still hug me But your face The out lines of your eyes are gone from my mind Don't tell me I don't want to kn— Yes I do Knowing the day would come and actually seeing it— C'est la vie Get over it Knives I think of knives when the image comes to mind I think of red and heat and— Scarlet was right I'll think about this tomorrow