The Deadly Quill

Em uma noite em qual passavam muitos dias, O frio entrou pela janela e não permitiu escapatória de sua jaula estagnante. A fome o engoliu aos pedaços, deixando apenas pensamentos difusos e seus ossos rangentes. E o tempo tudo levou, Abrindo a porta à miséria na solidão. Os ratos que há tanto tempo habitavam em silêncio entre seus olhos e a carcaça do emaranhado de concreto, Agora festejavam com a carniça de um desesperado indefeso, Rasgando sua face, Cavando uma nova moradia em seu crânio. Uma máquina de carne carunchosa vagava rebocada pelos vermes que ali habitavam, Procurando fertilizar o solo com seu padecer. Mas a seca com qual se deparou além do horizonte Devastou essas terras antes mesmo do sol nascer, Pois estes dias todos via decorrer desta decadência, Aconteceu em apenas uma noite.

     It dangled in the midnight breeze, that one silent whisper in the dead of night. The stillness calming the suffered land, which during day is struck with life. Yet now persisted the cold brushing of the air, that one which broadens the world with contained grief. But up stared the child which subtly wept, at the somber scorched tree. Though he wept, still he stood, glaring at what sway before him. And alas the memories came instead before the path he dared to follow.      'Twas not so long ago one could say, though the child was a bit older; not of life lived but of composure, carried as a soldier ought. An evening of the Autumn twilight, when all the leaves bled their sorrows falling to their open graves, cast its rays betwixt the woods, landing on a shiny thing the young man had not understood. And so in his curiosity, or a charm which on him fell, lured by the strangest thing, lured as if by a spell. He walked with pride and poise on through the win...

I smell marijuana. Cigarettes burn his clothes I swear I’m in a sauna; My hidden overloads. Someone kill those fucking terrorists! What good are those fucking therapists! Burn a dick. I’m not sick.  I’ll be fine as long as I whet my prick! Burn a sick. I’m not dick. She can swallow my whole vagina! Eats take. Killer ape. Money’s green. Gasoline!  

  Hello, dear newcomers, gent and lass, all alike. Hello to you aspiring time travelers of all ages in the future of now. And farewell to those amongst us that have already gone spiraling down the maddening pit that is beyond the portal into time. This is an extensive guide for you who are intending on taking a joyride into time, and still expect to be in time for dinner. I, however, have not traveled in time yet, nor have I discovered time travel, but I do know a bit of how it works already seeing how there have been time travelers intertwined with my life. And how, exactly, we’ll find out in the far future. Say goodbye to all your loved ones because they will probably never hear from you again. Put a smile on their faces as they bid you farewell forever, because when you go through that portal, it is likely that you’ll never come back again! And now that you’ve opened yourself to the possibility of making the past into whatever it is you desire, you can greet your own persona...

Written mid 2017 So it seems, every night, as a dream, She brings to me my respite and misery. Ever-growing, strong and bright; twenty-eight. A dream of light: to live without, I’ve learned to hate. Shrouded breast, a sweet mist blessed, On a sea of clouds she rests. A cycle complete, the ends now meet. What else could satiate? The night is long, yet she is gone, The cold night sings its song. For now she wrests a novel feat. Alas, bygones; I’ll wait, Respectfully and full of glee Behold: the newest twenty-eight.