Yes, you read it correctly. Gee – sale – er. Apparently there are a LOT of people who shop at garage sales and make an entire trip out of it. Hence the need for a website which helps you track all of this (and even lets you print out maps of where to go on your trip). I don’t personally find myself at garage sales often, but I know many people who do. Maybe this will help.

GSalr.com

Also, it’s great to use if you are hosting a garage sale as you can place your sale on the website and get more “g-salers” to come to yours.

I’ve developed a recent habit of titling my untitled works by adapting the first line of said work in quotations. Kinda stole it from Emily Dickinson. So sue me. | This is another quite old work I dug up recently. I found a store of my old binders and notebooks a little while ago, and I’ve been sifting through them, discarding the dirt and finding the not-so-hideous little gemstones. Not necessarily worth anything, but I like them nonetheless.

“She heard black holes”

She heard black holes

Seduced all that came near, then

Drew them in and stretched them apart,

Always pulling to its center

She always wondered

If those stars devoured by

That yawning darkness

Were ever in pain

She felt his gaze catch on her

And realized it couldn’t hurt -

They scooped out the feeling

Before taking the body

a spark flies and catches a flame
the wind picks up and carries you away
before anything else your head is buried in shame
“no one is there”, the price you will pay

the life you threw yourself into
to learn what you thought you needed to learn
plans have failed, what are you going to do
the smell of burning flesh and bridges to burn

youve taken everything they had to give
and dive back into your hole and hide in shame
far worse than any dream now you live
everything youve given to play your game

Foggy broken glass scattered throughout
and nothing to share
blistered thumbs the route leads to hell no dought
you start to wonder is this “to much to bear”

Youve driven everybody away. They dont care anymore what happens to you. What have you done?
You just wanted to see where it would lead, what kind of lessons could you learn. Your kite is coming down,
crashing down to never fly again. What did you think, gravity wouldnt put you in check? Im going to come
for you, slam you down for all the people youve hurt. Im angry and Im coming!!

With all my fury i come at you with love. To pick you up dust you off and point you in the correct direction, but the choice remains your own. I’m giving you my hand the choice is yours shall you take it… or not.

“Teach the world to pray, for i now know what it means to” – this quote was the last words of a major war crime criminal, one of the leaders of the internment camp in northern Germany. Before he hung he uttered these words to his wife for his kids. It reminds me how lucky I am to have something to believe in, (shaking my head) wheather it be 100% true or not it doesnt matter, faith fills all the holes in. The gift of Hope is our most valuable asset. How truely dark and lonely can a life be without it. (laughs) That is somewhere even I dont want to test. The TRUE PURE Hell is not a joke, its more than what you thought you may have been through. Dont let what you have allready seen in your life replace somewhere that is infinatly worse! Please.

Ben Kiesov

its really cool to see ther younger generation, to my own, writing with passion. It seems that today with all the things going on to influence younger people it doesnt deter them from writing good peices. This really makes me happy. Gives me hope that they’re people still out there with thier eyes open and not influenced by tv, friends ect. Not following the mainstream example and forging your own path is a charactoristic that i really admire and respect, especially in younger people (17-23 years of age). Beacause especially younger people are more influencable, just because of thier age and in-experiece to life’s lessons (this doesnt apply to all younger people just a large majority) My point is, is that its nice to see younger people than myself expressing themselves in a way that alot of others may not understand and even making themselves volnerable to express how they feel and portray in words how they feel. Being that it may alot of people may not have the capability to understand alot of our writings for those who do the words are powerfull and inspiring. Who knows one of our writings could stick in thier head and very possibly save someones life by writing how they feel and inspiring others to do the same. Who knows where i would be if i never tried writing my feelings, i could honestly say i wouldnt be as strong (mentally) as i am today. Just being able to express in a way that isnt destructive is worth an unimaginable sum. Much obliged for writing, all of you.

Nyalic

If you’ve ever been outside an airport near dawn, you’ll understand. If not, make a point of trying it sometime. It’s an interesting place to think in the wee hours of the morning. Though I do think the larger airports are preferable for it.

“Fly Away Free”

Outside, it is

inky black

as roads and lights

all hold their

breath; everywhere

the behemoth stirs,

stretching layers

of metal

and stone.

Artificial lights brighten

with the growing buzz

of action,

workers moving and bustling,

preparing for the coming wave.

Soon, people will

pour in, heavy and weighted,

before they

fly away free

into the air’s

graceful arms.

I, too, hold my breath,

I, too, am waiting,

until my silvery bird

comes to lift me from this

dark metal

cage, my momentum

growing with the

dawn before

I am

released -

Like a feather

into the sky,

leaping clear

of all my burdens.

Something based from a day I spent recalling memories of all the people I’ve ever missed; people who died, or who moved, or who just seemed to drift away into the abyss of their own lives…one way or another, they were no longer with me.

“Call”

I am so full of affection

for people no longer here.

They fell through my hands

like rainwater,

like snow petals,

like shattered glass.

In my mind I cradle them.

I speak with them.

They walk with me.

I want to know their stories;

Their eyes watch mine like darkened stones.

Sometimes I call out to them

and listen to the fading echo.

Sometimes I hear a soft reply;

More often, I don’t.

Today, patience is my lone companion.

I see a figure in the distance;

I stand, I wave, I look attentive,

but they’re far off still.

Perhaps one day they’ll

move this way. I make allowances.

They’ve wandered far,

they’ll come back when they’re ready.

These glimpses are all the news I receive.

I wish them well,

I wish them luck.

I give them all my time.

I wrote this in twenty minutes flat on a car ride to Nixa. I’d just left Republic, and wasn’t going to see the person I wanted to see for quite a while…wasn’t sure they’d want to see me anyways, given the chance. And the road that I was taking to Nixa was a backroad, one that weaved up and down hills and curved through the trees and just gave the the impression of being modeled after the waves of an ocean; or at least, that’s how I saw it. It was one of those autumn days where suddenly it was freakishly cold…there was snow.

“Waves”

The frozen waves of this concrete sea

Bear me so softly away from you -

Separate, unchanging, this gentle

Broken line of dirt and rock,

Sand and stone and

How I wish we could be together!

How pointless it all seems,

This pain, this separation.

With each rise, each fall,

Each wave,

Each breath I take,

The distance grows.

You’re a little farther away,

And when will I find you

Again? Tell me -

Why does this

Frozen sea seem to move

So swiftly? How will you

Remember me, once I am

Gone? Or

Will you simply slip back into

Dreams of shattered nights

And twilight, waking

Memories of days you’ve

Yet to spend? If I come

Back to you with

Years between us, will you still

Be the same? Will I fall into

Your sweet electric embrace

The same old way? Or

Will I find that

You and I have become

Disjointed, awkward, and

In the end we’ll split apart

And go

Our own ways?

But that cannot be -

For there is no path that,

In the end, does not lead

Back to you.

“Silence, Part I” was never really intended to have a second part. Around a year and a half after writing the first part, I found it and was struck by its truth, having viewed it with a fresh eye. And the second part just sort of…came into existence. My style had rather changed quite a bit, which is apparent because of the considerable stretch of time that separates the two. Somewhere in the middle, I’d started studying modern poetry, which definitely changed and affected things for me. But anyways…yeah.

“Silence, Part II”

This silence,

it tears my world apart -

More than the voice

of a premonition, the silence

is a flashing red light,

a warning in play,

the calm before a storm

and the still that follows.

As you fade, your

joys, your sorrows, your memories

blend and twist

until all that remains

is the drifting smoke

of the extinguished fire

It wanders the atmosphere,

a shadow

of what it once was,

and I scream out for that

fading shadow.

This cold,

it pierces my heart;

These shadows,

they cling to my mind -

This silence, it tears my world apart.

Another quite old poem of mine…I still can’t decide, endless months later, if I like it or hate it. I remember the night I wrote it, though I would gladly forget it, given the chance. But, it is what it is, I suppose.

“Silence, Part I”

Your breathing once filled me, its rise and its fall

That rhythm has left me, I can’t hear it’s call

Without you here by me, there’s just empty motion

The moments drift by without aim or intention

This night has no ending, the days have lost track

The lamplight is cold, it’s your warmth that I lack

Still searching for meaning, there’s no resting place

The quiet is restless and fills in your space

Lovers are empty without one another

Only my thoughts of you keep me together

Stumbling through life and its lingering dark

The silence here opens and pulls me apart

Glimmers of you cannot last me out here

I need you, need every last inch of you near

You live in my thoughts, but that’s far away still

Time echoes inside me but I’m never filled

Your peace has gone cold and I am left searching

The dawn is a threat that is too long in coming

Alone here again with the ache of my heart

The silence here opens and pulls me apart

Without you this silence will tear me apart

Hello all! This is my first post…why I am pointing that out, I have no idea…and I’m kind of out-of-it right now, cause it’s 2:30 in the morning and I’m in the middle of making bread and frying cheese…but yeah. Anyways. Hope you like it, I suppose. | Wrote this quite a while back, in kind of a tired frenzy, but then, that’s how virtually all of my non-terrible stuff comes about…

“Lady”

Blue veins pulse under soft smooth skin

Hiding the death that lies within

Peeking out through youthful eyes

Laughter cutting like sharpened knives

Dancing steps weave a web of despair

Fingers reach, clutching at desolate air

Your love, your light, your inspiration

Source of all your screamed frustration

Find only mirrors behind closed doors

Hope merely dies, while depression endures