The Human MindBread crumbs of destruction are left when I walked by. The depression sweeps over my eyes. I fell asleep in the throne of my own destruction. I awoke to the sound of gnawing in the distance. When I opened my eyes I was not where I fell asleep, which was my own bed in my Indiana home. A large dank hallway lined with an infinite number of filing cabinets. I tried the nearest one and found it to be locked. I tried a few more and they also were locked. Upon closer inspection it looked as though each cabinet had a different and intricate description that was unique to that cabinet. There where labels on each drawer in each cabinet, buThe Human Mind
As I Lay Here DreamingAs I lay here dreaming, the voices return to torment me with there ramblings.As I Lay Here Dreaming
These voices are no normal subconscious ramblers, but actual voices of beings I can not name or put faces to.
The voices seem to be there for my undoing, they want me dead.
The depression that they place upon me seems to send me that direction.
I want them gone, but I am powerless against them.
They screech at me whenever I make progress at there disposal, but when I give in they just whisper there cunning plans for my demise back and forth.
Why am I tormented with these beings?
Why does it matter if I live or die? &n
The HikeI was running through the night trying to get away from the horror. That night was when my paranoia began. The horror that I witnessed is something no human eye should ever see. I pray that I never fall upon it again. You are probably wondering what I am rambling about, so I will enlighten you. I was on one of my normal nightly hikes through the woods behind my house when I noticed a strange shadow ahead of me. It looked feminine in appearance and was inviting. I started to follow the figure, for it was inviting me with provocative gestures of the hand. I followed for sometime and entered a part of the woods that I had never ventuThe Hike
This is meI have grown up in the Hoosier state of Indiana though I was born in California. Why my parents moved is beyond me. I went to elementry and middle school at private institutions, no I did not go to a catholic school (priests scare me). In High school I went to Lawerence Central where my life began. I have had many good and bad times there, maybe in a later prose I will write about them. Anyways, in my english classes there I was for the first time asked to write outside of the box. Many of the things I wrote were blah, but I discovered writing was fun and exciting. So I wrote all the time, sort of. Most of the stuff I wrote were those poems tThis is me
Ideas... Many of them
Contemplative
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I am the walrus!
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"Will someone come save us from this storyline of mass destruction? Will they stay when they see what we have done just to be free?"
-Johnny Hollow, "Superhero"
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