NANOWRIMO IS COMING!!!

NANOWRIMO IS COMING!!!

NANOWRIMO IS COMING!!!

NANOWRIMO IS COMING!!!

NANOWRIMO IS COMING!!!

NANOWRIMO IS COMING!!!

Winter Rains

It is safe to assume you will hear as long as you stand to listen.
We have this platform, you and I, on which we share life.
The days are born, christen with rain and die in shades of red.
The bridegroom chasing his wife,
waxing needlessly eloquent poetry over a mere function of the sky.
The first of many gifts we take for granted.

We laugh together, you and I, in this place.
The skies are gray and forebode violence.
Their chill is matched on in the vapid violence within.
Attentions can be held only for a moment,
the moment before the fallen and grounded rise to meet the heavens.

Inhibitions fall short at the reflection and marvels of the inside.
Everything we take for granted is summed up into this neat package,
real only in the metaphysical and in our delusional pinnings.

We are real in each others eyes only as long as we can see.
When we pass beyond vision and earthly perceptions
please remember me,
for the good and not the bad.
Remember the falling rain intertwined with tears,
the heavens echoing your sentiments in a burning cold.
It has gone beyond a simple choice of no,
it is deciding where you will spend the rest of the all in all.

If this is all we have left,
this place in our rain,
then we have truly fallen from grace.
Angels with no wings,
except we do not know the heaven we missed.
Embracing stains that can never be erased
in exchange for a self made prison.
Hypocritical hyperbole I can only hope is true.

Cravings for grace,
for mercy
and to live
for the love.

Confused battles with no purpose,
except that they exist out here in our rain.
The seas churning in turmoil at the lies
we perfected into a reassuring smile.

Endless seas of thoughts covered in the ever falling rain.
Swirling mists and broken fires lay about in grand circles.
The record player continues to skip in its corner and it screeches,
almost with remorse over what has happened,
what is happening
and what is to come.
A future oh so much clearer,
because of loosing that inhibition.

I refuse to pretend just to make you happy.
Even if you hate it from now until the end,
it sill survive.
All of these things move beyond us and it is okay.
Even with all of these contrived trends
I find nothing worthy of mentioning.

I have nothing but this platform and you.
The emotions pour out easily when you start to realize,
start to realize the utter humanity of our enemy
and the reluctance to extinguish a life that is worthy of life.

I cannot pretend to know.

Things are as they ever will be and can be.
People return but somethings never change.
Even with no moral support, no food and no sleep it can be done.

Just a small walk around our platform
and let the truth speak beyond the floating mists,
a darkened shower,
beyond the trite names.

Let it fall, intermingled with tears.
Colds winds and water lightly dancing in the sky.
Reminders of life and we're still alive.
The only fear we have is together,
just you and I.

God, I hate me so much so often.

Whyd o I have to have memories or feel guilty or responsibility for stupid mistakes, why can't I just be apathetic like most people seem?

Could you reduce the pain inside me long enough for me to be able to function?

I'm here right now.

Where are we going to go together?

I know the bad that is going to happen because there is so much fear inside of me.

It is sort of hypocritical of me, I know. Depression, the desire to die and not wanting to live...and yet still I feel absolute terror over the thought of being put in danger again.

I haven't been able to sleep well or function. I randomly have the shakes and just am not sure how long I can live like this before I pop.

The dawn is quickly coming this way, lighting up in bright shades of gray.

I long for a better place and better time but I'm afraid my fear will compel me to stay here to long and I will die.

Just stay here please, do not let me go because the hour is late and I don't know what to do or what will happen.

Please.

The first day of fall...stupid drugs and fear of tomorrow and what it might bring.

I really do not want to be around him or live with the fear and confusion.

I wish things could be much more simple then they are.

Yeah...you may hate me but I promise that nothing you ever say or do will ever match the absolute revulsion I feel every day at the self awareness of my own existence.

Item number two - Nightmares.

Why? Just honestly...why?!?

I wish I didn't have them and wish I had someone I could trust to talk to right now.

Dear God;

Considering I doubt you are overly busy with having numerous people complain about the same different and boring things I decided to keep this short and to the point.

Sexuality was about the single most idiotic thing you EVER came up with.

Seriously.

Love;
-Matt

Sometimes it just feels really good to know I have given in and given up in every way, to know defeat and to know it never mattered in the first place.

I'm here right now.

Where are we going to go together?

I know the bad that is going to happen because there is so much fear inside of me.

It is sort of hypocritical of me, I know. Depression, the desire to die and not wanting to live...and yet still I feel absolute terror over the thought of being put in danger again.

I haven't been able to sleep well or function. I randomly have the shakes and just am not sure how long I can live like this before I pop.

The dawn is quickly coming this way, lighting up in bright shades of gray.

I long for a better place and better time but I'm afraid my fear will compel me to stay here to long and I will die.

Just stay here please, do not let me go because the hour is late and I don't know what to do or what will happen.

Please.

I'm here right now.

Where are we going to go together?

I know the bad that is going to happen because there is so much fear inside of me.

It is sort of hypocritical of me, I know. Depression, the desire to die and not wanting to live...and yet still I feel absolute terror over the thought of being put in danger again.

I haven't been able to sleep well or function. I randomly have the shakes and just am not sure how long I can live like this before I pop.

The dawn is quickly coming this way, lighting up in bright shades of gray.

I long for a better place and better time but I'm afraid my fear will compel me to stay here to long and I will die.

Just stay here please, do not let me go because the hour is late and I don't know what to do or what will happen.

Please.

The only place I feel safe is my room but it acts like a prison cell, cutting me off from the rest of the world. But God, I can't handle much more contact with the people I know. I am feeling so stretched...like I am pulled to far apart...too many conflicts, pains and confusing sentiments.

I want to go home.
Beyond this desolate wasteland.
This cheap plasticland with no sense of real,
I'm so sick of this all.

I guess it may not matter much but I do miss you.

I'm thinking you might not recall that morning...but I do. It was on the History channel and I almost died the night before. You gave me a bowl of cereal after I had a very long and rough night of not being able to sleep.

It's amazing how being treated like a human can be so humanizing...a reminder that it is okay to just be me...that all the thoughts I process are just thoughts and do not mean anything more then I allow for them to.

As A Matter of Fact

You ask for a why but herein there lies no reason.
You want to know me deeper
and feel that the reason is real.

I can't offer you anything but uncertainty,
a look at the masks I wear and the lies
forever tied around my neck,
millstones crashing into the dark deeps.

This is me,
the real me,
the me never seen.
You wouldn't know me if you could see,
could see me being him
and he staring as me.

The most sincere thing I can do is lie.
Because stories embody more truth
then anyone can bare.
It's not like you can breath underwater
or take my life for it's problem.

I want to be free,
run free,
escape from this constraint of life.
To not feel like every breath of my being
is just another lie and another burden,
something to be tolerated but never accepted
for me.

I can be me but you wouldn't know me,
you would never see me walk across your street.
You are just happy knowing this half life
because you are afraid to be disappointed in my humanity.

Twelve (Mostly) Good Reasons To Vote for Cthulhu for President in 2008

My friends another election year is before us.

Republicans versus Democrats, liberals versus conservatives, ethnic groups versus ethnic groups, ninjas versus pirates, religious zealots versus those less inclined to use explosives as a negotiating tactic...and many more groups of well renown will waste countless millions of dollars on fundamentally pointless campaigns and debates all to bring us all to what is quite noticeably the "same darn thing term after term".

My friends, it is time for a change.

Instead of voting for the same tired politicians who are bound by being "all too human" I urge you to consider another choice.

A higher choice.

Consider...Cthulu.



1.Odds are you have trouble pronouncing his name too.

2.When you are an Elder God you do not have to worry about petty things such as being too old or too inexperienced to run for such a job as leader of the free world. Other requirements such as being patriotic,having a military record and in general being 'nice' tend go out the window as well.

3.There will not be much of a need to worry about the Pro-Life vs Pro-Choice debate because Cthulhu tends to lean quite heavily towards the Pro-Eradication of Everything stance, which turns out to negate the need for that particular sensitive argument.

4.Equality will no longer be an issue because all of humanity will be enslaved in the ever present darkness of horror that will sweep the globe.

5.Wall Street worries? Our new currency will run off of what I have been told will loosely be knows as "The Cries of The Eternally Tortured Damned That Reside Under His Most Unholy Tentacled Face's Throne".

Obviously it will have a higher exchange rate against the Euro.

6. The seal motto "e pluribus unum" is to be replaced with "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn".

How does one hope to ever compare the obviously inferior "Out of Many, One." to the eloquent beauty of "In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

7.No more debates over whether or not America is a Christian nation. Mandatory copies of the Necronomicon ex Mortise will be shipped out to every household (Deadites not included).

8.I seriously doubt any terrorist group could be fundamentally idiotic enough to launch an attack under his lovingly desolate eyes of utterly nihilistic destruction.

9.Cthulhu couldn't blink in the face of danger if he wanted to.

10.Concerned about being Green? With his new "Eternally Scorched Earth Scorched Earth Wasteland" policy, there will no longer be a need for groups such as Greenpeace, PETA or Al Gore.

11.Sick of special interests groups and corruption scandals? Cthulu believes in equality for all citizens and will equally destroy both the loyal and unwilling of his servants.

12.Once you hear him speak no one is able to resist his call.

I'm starting to think the world would be such a brighter place if we could all just be a bit more like Cthulu.

Such a cute little bugger.

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Seriously, what is the point of any of it?
It's exhausting and pointless.
The moment is darker by the second.

Seriously...I don't want to deal with this anymore.

Please.

I am so incomprehensibly enraged right now.

I hate my sexuality, my emotions, my mental state, my weakness, my fear, my loves, my lusts, my desires, my weaknesses, my being, myself, my core, my central thought, my spirit, my intellect and my philosophy.

So much wrong and yet there is so much left that has potential and could be right.

Could be.

So very close.

I'm still in literal fear for my life...even though it was on Monday...or Tuesday...or something. I can't even remember all that well. This week has just been a medicated haze...if I didn't need the pills for control of the nausea and pain then I would have never taken them. I'm out of antidepressants and I'm much to freaked out to back to the psychiatrist.

It is a weird place to be...it feels like I'm almost dead and almost alive...this gray place between light and dark. There is a weird contradiction in me being here, being alive, feeling, thinking, processing when there is so much...anti-life...so much death at every possible intersection and corner of life.

It isn't dramatic when you stop to think that every word is a symbol and has meaning only in proper context and enunciation...it is a construct we invented to keep our sanity, just like time. We lord our man made constructions as being God like in order for us to hurt and press down on those we deem inferior.

Not being able to pronounce every word correctly, making spelling and grammatical errors...yeah, that makes you such a big shot. Makes me look ignorant and stupid, shows me as being the genetic mistake that I am.

Every ounce of academic knowledge you so desperately cling to...as if it were some grand and impervious defense...as much as you like to pretend you are something special, somehow bigger and better...you are absolutely nothing.

My memories, my pain, my emotions are something tangible. My experiences with the other is something tangible. Maybe not to you or to others but it is something.

Every last tear I have cried, every shred of my innocence ripped from my being, every last inch of my sanity that I have lost in this fight...all of them are real. Real as the grave markers that show where my dead family lay.

You know...I can't sleep.

I keep feeling hungry which leads to more stomach pain.

To top it off, I can't even afford to get a freaking haircut.

Go figure.

Wish I could quit, yup, would be nice.

I'm reminded of any and everything.

The things you are, the words you have said.

Everything.

Fleeting words in the air. The smell of decay. The rampant self thought.

It all has basis in images, metaphors and the lack of communication.

Walls.

I mean, getting past the crappy prose and poetry, realize none of this has any relevancy.

The point exists far beyond your ability to comprehend that you do not understand your lack of ability to understand.

Every last metaphorical romp is at best half guessed at worse nothing less then the grand total of nothing.

At the same time, this is a stirring deep within me.

Far beyond these desolate dunes and forsaken deserts is a hope for eternity.

Beyond this pain, this malfunctioning machine posing as a human, there is a soul whose heart beats will move into eternity.

Nothing fleeting will be eternal but this hope of my heart is something beyond any comprehension.

The broken body and collection of blood was enough to redeem an unfathomable mass, if so then I know I am not above redemption. That only my pride needs to die that I may find myself truly alive.