Robots Poem

I am a wooden robot.

Your poems, the words are enough to make me weep.

For I miss the things you write,

you can feel them for me.

My feet are stable in the ground

Secure and warm.

But I miss the chaosity and rush

of wind.

I was in a laboratory that looked cold and full of steel. There were girls laying face down on metal beds with trays in front of them. They would vomit periodically into the trays, occasionally they would cough up some brains. One girl heaved heavily and her entire brain fell into the pan. She looked up at the doctors before falling over off of the bed.

Two Consecutive Nights

Day 1. Tina and I are running after the Ice Cream Man. We are running our little asses off trying to catch this guy and we are so freaking excited to get some ice cream. But the truck is going to fast for us and we run out of breath. We decide to go into a convenience store to get some candy. We enter and there is a whole giant wall of candy. *YES!* We start filling our pockets with the candy and make out way to the checkout. And then I slip. I try to get up off the floor but my legs have become so weak I cant pick myself up. Every time I try, my legs turn to jelly again and I continue to fall. I cant get up. Im stuck. My legs wont move.

Day 2. Im in a theater. A huge theater. The stage is covered in grass and goes out far beyond the horizon. Im trying to find my mom. I see her at the far end of the theater in the seats and I can hear her voice. I call out to her telling her I am coming. I start running through the theater seats. And then I fall. My legs are weak again, completely useless. I reach up to the seats and start pulling myself along, my legs dragging limp behind me. I can hear my mom calling for me still. I keep dragging myself, chair by chair. And then my arms turn to jelly. They too refuse to work and I am stranded in the middle of an empty theater. Stuck behind some seats, my body refusing to move. I can hear my mom calling for me.

Brothels in the Desert

I had just opened a brothel. It looked like a crappy motel with a long hallway and rooms off each side. Each girl had their own room. When it opened everyone was yelling at me about supplies. WERE OUT OF SUPPLIES. WE NEED TOWELS. WE NEED BUCKETS. WE NEED GRAIN. 

(Grain? Yeah.. I didnt really understand it either.) 

I was getting so frustrated from having to run back and forth from each room that I got fed up and left. I went out into the desert and started walking. And walking. It seemed like forever I was walking until I came across a little shack. The shack had vending machine filled with beef jerky and laffy taffy. I stocked up on both. It was going to be another long walk till the next little shack in the desert.

wake.

Jons Death.

Jon had been murdered in Spain. The news was slowing filtering back to the States. I was devastated.  How could this have happened? I couldn't stop crying. It felt like I had an infinite sadness inside me. A sickening feeling like thick tar was filling my heart. And I cried. And I sobbed. And it felt as if the tears would never end.

The police informed me that the murderer was still at large and no leads as to where he could have gone. I was still in shock, keeping to myself in my room when I received a text message. It was from Jon!!! " Hi, Whats up?" He said. Was his murder a hoax? Could he still be alive? We messaged back and forth a few times and he sent me a picture of himself.  I was euphoric.  The whole thing was just a joke! I sent some pictures back saying i was relieved and that he should come home soon so I can stop worrying about him. Just then my phone rang. It was the police. They told me Jons body was going to be shipped back to the states and would be ready in time for the funeral. I hung up the phone, and started to sweat. So Jon really was dead.... Then who was I talking to??? It came to me that the murderer must have grabbed Jons phone. He now had my picture, my name and phone number and address. 

I called the police back and told them that I could be in trouble. They took me into protective custody and decided to use me as bait to get to the killer. They placed me in a clear plastic box and was told to wait. While I waited in the box people from the mortuary kept coming by showing me different kinds of coffins. There were people in the coffins. The mortician assured me that the coffin was sealed and had special locking mechanisms, so once the body was inside there was no way for anyone to get in it.

The killer showed up and started shooting at the plastic box. I was shouting and sobbing HOW COULD YOU DO THIS. I just kept yelling and crying and yelling and crying.

Then I woke up. 

I was so upset by the dream I got online to facebook Jon. I told him I had this horrible dream that he died. I asked him to call me soon because the dream just really freaked me out. I was so relieved to have woken up.

And then my phone rang. And it was Jessie. She says "Steph... I saw your post online. I know you must be really hurt right now, but this is just something your going to have to accept. Hes gone."

I started crying again and walked to the graveyard. There was a tomb that lead underground so I wandered in, trying to find solitude. The tomb was also made of clear plastic and you could see the dirt surrounding it. In the dirt were boxes filled with rabbits. The rabbits were being savagely devoured by worms until there was nothing but fluff filling the box.

I sat in the musty tomb for hours. Just sitting and crying and thinking. I came to the conclusion that there was nothing left for me to do in my life now, and had no other choice but to become an indentured servant.

The family who I was now basically a slave to was awful. It was a nasty woman and her three children and husband who was so meek you could hardly call him a man. They spat on me, they yelled at me. They made me wear rags and eat moldy bread. I would try to sneak away to get some food and they would find me and beat me. I had to shower in front of everyone in a filthy room with a dirt floor, and had to stand on a toilet that sat under the shower head.

The family took me out on various excursions. They allowed me to bring a camera as my only keepsake item, I tried to make friends with the girls by showing them how the camera worked and they seemed to warm up to me until one of them would trip or the dog would bark and then they went back to be vicious creatures. We went to Virginia to see an aquarium. We filled into what seemed to be a large terrarium with a massive glass rooftop. Outside was swirling a massive black tornado. It circled the lake that the terrarium was situated in the middle of. The tornado began changing shapes and then it filtered out and made the shape of a star. I snapped a picture with my camera.

Wake.

Long Night

1. I was with all of my friends at a multiple showing at a movie theater. We saw two movies and were ready for the last one. This one featured an "interactive scene". The movie was halfway through when the whole theater went dark. At the front of the theater were two long tables completely filled with tacos. Everyone ran up to the Taco Tables, only the tacos were filled with bananas and limes. Banana Lime Tacos. People scramble to grab their tacos and everyone starts hurling the banana-lime-tacos at everyone in sight. Its a mad house. Tacos bananas and limes are flying everywhere. Its chaos.

2. I wake up and my mouth hurts. I feel around my gums and notice one of my molars is loose. Like REALLY lose. Like when your a kid and you can twist your tooth all the way around and gross people out. Thats how it was. Hanging by a thread.. Im starting to freak out. Do molars come out when you get older? Is this how its supposed to be? Am i going to have to get dentures?? oh my god. Then the tooth came out, im holding it in my hand. And then the blood starts pouring. I search around my room for tissues or something but its too much. I need a fucking towel for my mouth. - Then I really woke up, and my tooth actually did hurt.

3. I am wandering around an art store. No.. more like pacing around the art store. I am MAD. Really really mad. I am really mad at my friend and his girlfriend (I have no idea why), but I am fuming. I go around the art store, throwing supplies into my basket. All the paintbrushes I am buying already have paint encrusted at the tips. I come up with the worst possible painting I could probably ever paint- a key being held by a noose. (Im sorry, I cant control what I dream!) And so I gather my supplies and get to the front of the line to checkout. The nice lady at the counter goes HAPPY PUPPY DAY!! And tosses me a puppy. Apparently Mondays are puppy days?  So I take my supplies and my puppy and leave the store to go paint. I see another girl carrying her puppy towards a giant broccoli tree. I wave at her and shout HAPPY PUPPY DAY!!

- Wake ( those were all in one night )

Art by: http://luke-chueh.deviantart.com/

A Game of Aliens and Robbers?

I am inside a bank with my mom and step dad when two men pull out guns and start shooting up the place demanding money. My parents and I run out the back into the parking lot and the robbers chase after us. We hide behind a car and my step dad is panting and keeps saying "Oh.... I had nothing to do with this... nope.... not a thing...." and I'm like WHAT DID YOU DO? YOUR TRYING TO ROB A BANK?! We all break into the car and climb in and wait for the robbers to search the rest of the parking lot for us, we decide to make a break for it. As were getting out of the car these other two guys are standing there and ask me if I can sign something. But instead of just hopping out of the car, my legs crumble under me and I'm unable to stand. The guys try to help me up but I keep falling down and try to regain the strength in my legs again. I then realize everyone is in on this (whatever it is). I stumble and try to run away, my legs slowing getting stronger and less wobbly. I call the Police. 

They answer:  Hey cutie.. whatcha wearing? 

Im appalled, and I go: OFFICER, IM BEING FOLLOWED I NEED HELP!

Police: Well are you wearing a skirt? How long are your legs? Are you blonde? A good kisser?

I hear chuckling in the background.

By this time I'm like wtf.... "Is this the Police? I dialed 911!!  Who is this?!?!"

They continue to snicker.

They tell me they are Aliens, they have gained control of everyone and will now be handling all Earthly affairs, but are having some trouble getting me to cooperate with their plan. "If only you would cooperate with us..."

Wake?