Something inside my head crackles. I feel fuzzy and stupid, I feel slow and tired. A thought wanders through The dry, empty mind-place And the thirst is upon it! Slowly it shrivels, loses coherence And it falls dry and dead Before it is fully realized. Oh god, The drugs are wearing off. A squelching, some gurgling And my brain is trickling out of my ears, Viscous and sticky. Another thought passes through And it goes to the vultures. They pick it dry And nothing comes out of my mouth But the soft gasp of death.

Good Morning Universe by Nani-Midori, literature

It Doesn't Seem That Long Ago by Nani-Midori, literature

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It Doesn't Seem That Long Ago

A long time ago I was pulled screaming from a woman And I saw my first sights. I don't remember it well But I was probably frightened Confused Curious. Everything was new and interesting And I was going to figure it out. Everyday I banged this on that Just to see what sound it would make. I would make sounds and shape my lips like my mothers, Trying to make the calming, meaningful sounds She makes at me. I learn words and ideas, Go through pain, Go through pleasure, Build identities and cast them aside Make friends and lose friends Fall in love and out of love And I find myself twenty-one years later Sitting in a closet

Why by Nani-Midori, literature

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Why

Everyday people ask me "Why" And I can only stare, Fumbling and flailing For a way to describe the obviousness. My mind flounders and I sigh. In my minds eye, I can see it. We are the beautiful patterns Dividing writhing chaos and frozen order. We exist as the culmination Of a trillion variables, The end result of a series of cause and effect As old as the beginning of time. We are the eyes. We are here to witness the event.

Aging by Nani-Midori, literature

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Aging

Waking up again, I look in the mirror. Gravity wins again, I guess, My youth falling down around me In folds of dry, wrinkled flesh. My life unwinds more and more, Mortality teasing and whispering into my ear The names of every woman I never had the chance to love, The words I never said, the world I never knew. I try to escape, but my regrets cling to me Like the end of self-sufficiency; Guilt and weakness and infirmity, Dementia and disease Begin to take hold And I am left with my memories. I remember so long ago, Wind streaming through my heir, Life and love and passion Were all that mattered. All the beaches alight with

Azathoth by Nani-Midori, literature

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Azathoth

Quiet horror, Cosmic mind older than the earth, A vestige of ancient madness Seething through the cracks of space, Amorphous blasphemy bubbling and frothing In the silence outside darkness, Immortal chaos, the harbinger of dissolution Is hungry. His existence trembles with lust and death. Entropy fills his belly And he vomits forth the end. Madness and violence fill the universe And the end times are finally upon us. After all is settled and done, Azathoth sated and the crawling chaos abated, Silence reigns again And the circle begins anew.

Nothing by Nani-Midori, literature

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Nothing

Death is a funny thing, The period at the end Of the fleshy sentence Known as experience. The slipping from awareness to dirt Must be a strange one; A thousand sensations Swirling and coming together, Permuting and re-arranging From moment to moment, A stream of sensory Filtered and arranged into mind, And then suddenly Nothing. After all is said and done And your senses begin to fade, Peace. You have dissolved back Into the nothing you came from

Alive by Nani-Midori, literature

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Alive

Cascading green like ceder trees The golden light of dawn. Fresh air rushes in, cool but pleasant And I stretch, eyes open wide Mind grinning, Heart open. My muscles tense briefly and relax. I close my eyes. I am aware of my whole self, A system within a system Choices, feelings The self within the self The ghost in the machine The peak of the parabola. I open my eyes again And I step out the door, Alive.

Bohdi Tree by Nani-Midori, literature

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