My Two Most Recent Ventures

INTRODUCTION

I had to quickly write something for a grade, and this is what happens when I decide to write it thrity minutes before it’s due. I kept picturing that cartoon where you see a devil on one shoulder and an angel on another. And because of that a person’s thoughts aren’t actually their own. I’m not sure if it comes across.

On Thoughts

I cant think never could think. Whats to be thought about when you cant think consequences have no matter. Are we all just really asleep all really dead. how can you be really dead youre either dead or youre not its confusing. heaven or hell our thoughts make us choose when I have no thoughts how do I choose no benevolent consciousness. No angels and devils sitting atop my shoulders weight of the world is too heavy how can I fit my conscious there too. So much too much. Its an odd realization they sit on your shoulders far away from your ears maybe maybe thats why you cant hear so far too far. What makes me a being am I such a figment of an imagination that strings interpret my every move pulling snap strings breaking but theyre always fixed and Im back to the blackhole no thoughts no movement no devils no angels no heaven no hell. How do you live without thought. Breathe in out in out in out lungs work brain keeps its daily function. No thought no life no thought no life conscious consciousness waxing waning moon. It all adds up. Boom boom ba yada string pull pull tug exit stage left.

afterthoughts-

I was trying to write something in-between stream of consciousness and free writing. (Which are somewhat similar). The only punctuation I tried to use were periods. I wanted it to seem like a rush of things assaulting you until you got to that period. And then it was like SNAP. STOP. I wish it was longer, but again, I was on a deadline. It actually inspired the other piece I wrote.

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Shoulders

They sit

Perched

Waste the day away

Sitting

Perched

Two

There everlasting

Angel,

Demon,

Good,

Bad,

Where are the shades of grey?

They bawl

Opinions

Each to his own advantage

Wail from their post

Shoulders

Ears…

Do they hear?

So far away from

Angel,

Demon,

Watch.

Is our color spectrum so limited?

Between white and black?

And so they sit

Perched

On our shoulders

lamenting

Ears unhearing

Making us taint grey.

afterthoughts-

What I was trying to get at here is that no person is 100% good or bad. And if we have two sides we don’t listen to one side entirely. Nothing is limited and nothing is limitless. It is supposed to have servere formatting, which doesn’t come across in this post. (I haven’t figured out how to do it yet). I wanted the “angel, good” to have a certain space as well as the “demon, bad”. I choose a demon over the traditional Devil because I find them to be more interesting. I did use the traditional angel though, because I felt that either side could be a spirit.

both were originally published in “Rhyme and Reason” Fifth Issue, Spring 2007, (My HS lit magazine)

A Fading Memory

Over the past couple of weeks I keep remembering this book I read as a child. It was a collection of (if I’m remembering correctly) somewhat dark fairy tales. I don’t remember any of the tales but I do recall the illustrations.

One in particular sticks out to me. It’s of a green giant in the woods. It’s about 3/4 of the way in. He’s situated on the left side of the page with his arm extending across almost to the crease where the right page begins.

? Then there’s a hill with a cabin at the top, the door is open. A blonde girl is a few feet from the door looking toward him with her pretty red mouth in an o-shape? (I think I’m projecting this part onto it, but I remember the giant clearly).

Another thing I remember is it belonged to a cousin before it belonged to me. I can picture her name written in blue ink in the corner of the first page. Her first name and middle name. And those pages are print of some sort.

I’d go looking for it, but we’ve moved a couple times since I was little. And all my childhood books are stored away in boxes at the top of my garage attic.

I would love to hold it in my hands again. I might just go looking for it someday…