Giminy Cricket, a day far longer than some with a sunray buzzing the path of miscreants good bye, would I wander into this beam with a smile on my face and then pale at the jubulance appointed me by its design and I falter, to hear that hizzing of the bubblebees and the flagrant void of intense bright of nothing else but holiday for a week... would I wander or wonder if such a star to see be, brightness licking to tendrils of rain whisped out of gulleys by trounching winds, would I wonder that a zapping rip would find me and disembowel my living self into a haze of crickets in the grass?
Unknown "Aspier & Asp" Courageous - 16 years, 1 month, 5 days ago

The Art of Brain Speeding

Jumping over limping minds, ascertaining facts in such lightening. You are determined manic, hyper-verbal, robust in communication to an extreme. It doesn’t occur to them it took years for such fluidity to take shape. It doesn’t occur to you to mention it, the “Doesn’t everybody?” forefront in your mind.

Matter not your perceptions, nor your startling accuracy; the ‘atypicality’ of it thrusts you into the ‘feared’ group. We all know how special the ‘feared’ and ‘weird’ are treated.

You are in your own little realm somewhere you are so far to the left of everybody that you are in close danger of popping out upon the right. Nor do people in the right want you lagging about in their domain. You wave rather confusedly at the rest while they stare at you coldly, or, usually, attempt to ignore you completely. Sometimes, well, mostly actually, you don’t even notice this, so focused you are on whatever you are trying to figure out at the time, which usually takes you a few years. Yes, you are very thorough.

Those looks they give only trouble you when they cause you a problem, your apathy of their existence becoming anger at their existence. Of course, you can never figure out what their problem is at the time. It isn’t pervasive enough to give you enough information to make what you aspire and require in all things; absolute and irrefutable accuracy of perceptions and conclusion. That isn’t done in a couple of minutes; a couple of annuals have to grace one’s age to get such formulated to one’s satisfaction.

So, you do what? Usually prattle on in your singular delights and especial redundancies, somewhere aware that you are missing something from what the rest of the world is doing. You don’t get superficiality. It truly gives you a headache. You find useless conformity irksome in that others could use the need to conform against the greater good and create heinous horror. It’s happened before, but no one seems to get that such things begin as a ‘fad.’ It doesn’t even hit the screen like bellbottoms seemed to in that regard. Yes, a real headache.

Yes, as time flies, tempus fugit and all that, you get ‘politeness,’ as a means for some to speak who cannot think of anything else to say. A script suffices. Problem with scripts of this fashion? They are most ingenuine. Why introduce yourself in a way other than your own? You astound people with their perception of your horribly heightened egotism. They don’t have the courage, so they think you are conceited.

Humans are social creatures. We love to interact, are happy to oblige and be whole-heartedly kind and ourselves. But, we don’t. Would you talk to people who look at you as if you had antlers sticking out of your forehead? Since most goggle at you with such reference, it leaves few humans left around with which to converse.

Sometimes though, ‘weird’ becomes ‘beautiful.’ Usually, the ‘weird’ it took to make something more beautiful isn’t even thought of. Or, since the result is valued, the ‘weird’ becomes mere ‘eccentricity.’ Oh, how did you get respected all of a sudden?

Well, it’s weird, but you managed to do that, over time, for yourself, and accomplished it quite a while a go. People looking at you in displeasure just kept making you forget.

Unknown "Aspier & Asp" Courageous - 16 years, 8 months, 10 days ago

a vagabond

Filipali a vagabond
disconcerted my eye
with a particular ridicule
said on my head and tapped on my wrist,
devilry and tantamount
of a gurge alighted my mind,
however faint, ridiculous,
he told me a tale for two,
inclined to saucy bits
and a flavor of stating facts,
lifeful and removed from realists,
but a tale for two directed
at me in such a ramble
that Dori gave the bulge,
A drink to all the Fates.

Heather Aymer

Unknown "Aspier & Asp" Courageous - 16 years, 8 months, 10 days ago

You

it was picturesque that evening,
a call to loom over and suppress me,
biting with a razored ‘cisor, zipped
into a coverlet to be smoked out,
suppressed
wasted beyond reprieve, jocular
to an instance where I cough flippantly,
but that is now required by me,
in remembrance to being suppressed,
by you, so cleverly astute, pretty,
against my half-formed, mangy
darkness led along by stars,
sighs of acquiescence,
your telltale calculatrice
rhyming in the background
against my own squishing thump,
you, so beauteous, posses a sphere,
called by you, life, while I hasten
to your call and bow in time to your
rhythmic, articulating hand, as they,
gesticulate the moments of my species,
our call goes out
we’ve all come
to be suppressed in your liking.

Heather Aymer

Unknown "Aspier & Asp" Courageous - 16 years, 8 months, 10 days ago

Love Sucks

Romantic love sucks for it is so allusive,
never binding down or even stinging.
No arrows, not even jeering for the lack of it,
a lack of a social strata of blinding righteousness
and hither, tither, hubbub.

Not even a misnomer for such a disdainful never,
excepting the ineloquent “suckiness.”

No palpitations, good vibrations
or someone with a similar hobby.

Such so depends on feeling adequate.
Inadequate, people see you with a third eye
on your forehead with a mark of Cain
topped with a brow ring,
you being so intimidating and foreign
with your woes, even family runs from such dogged self depreciation,
not wanting to catch it from you.

NO makeup, purples or pretty hair dos will do it for people.
I guess you have to get knocked over
by a bookshelf and damsel-distress yourself
for a guy to placate his inadequacy too and smile even.

NO, it won’t be you...That intimidates,
such individuality, a stigma to be wary.
So, for the you of you
and all of you,
be you or be loved.

Heather Aymer

Unknown "Aspier & Asp" Courageous - 16 years, 8 months, 10 days ago