Through My Eyes by Dr. Impressive Chapter 3 (so far)

The Dissection
Through the crumples of the piles of paper, i finally find the right one.  My plans to end all this debacle in a timely manner.  And after failing my persuasion techniques with the other two.  I now need to persuade myself once again.  If people can not see my point of view on the subject, maybe i am the one who is just wrong.  But i finally found that piece of paper after hours searching.  Why have i littered my room with random sheets of paper.  Probably just so i can loose the ones that mean the most to me.  To have the sense of loss and the ever-growing determination of fear.  Striking after searching that "one" spot you thought it would be.  Then saying "shit" and "fuck" a few times and going back into the game.  You either have two options.  To keep playing the game, keep searching, keep getting more and more aggravated and irritated until you either succumb to the second option or, more importantly, find the object that is lost.  That moment of pure ecstasy when you lie your hands on that long, lost treasure.  But then there is always option two.  Once you checked all those secure, obvious locations and you finally ended up on the notion of failure.  Then you start again.  Trying to piece together the ideas on that page, what you had before and all the grand ideas, and then you add more.  It is a new-age brainstorm. 

Natures Balance

Camping

Through My Eyes by Dr. Impressive Chapter 2

The Initiative Part 1
Those days are far behind me.  The house has been abandoned like i have been because the treachery was to much to bear.  All items that remind me of my past have been smashed, tore, ripped into tiny pieces.  I sprinkled them like ash around my territory, circularly around me in our bedroom and struck a match.  The flame reached his clothes and carried throughout our picture frames and then to the drapes that we picked out together.  The fire engulfed me in a circular pattern.  Rising above me and over me as if i was in a force field.  After the form fitted around me, i took one deep breath and held it in. i then carefully stepped out of my orb and re-traced my footsteps of yesterday to the front yard.  Then immediately ran to the forest where i last saw Kale.  I am not on manhunt or trying to find him because i know where he is now is were he wants to be.  You can't change a direction of a line and the same goes for a mans dreams.  Life used to make sense but now i feel if insanity has crept in.  Insomnia has definitely trapped me.  Every time i close my eyes it feels like i have developed a case of vertigo.  When darkness surrounds you, the loneliness sinks in and your security has finally left you to survive on your own.  

Life

life began as an accident just like all life is a constant, random occurrence and i can’t wait to flourish, this narcissistic perspective of mine has always proven me wrong and left me nervous but most days i just feel worthless, just like a dream or my underlining purpose.  And then comes death, that's when we finally realize we have been holding onto the edge of the surface.  Mortality is a risk just like that good night kiss because the heart can’t settle on a near miss even if our ending takes a sudden plot twist, so time weaves reality into a fabric and every generation is just a stitch.  The plague flows up to my wrists because the anger speaks louder than any fists.  But the world is not ready for me to dream, even if all the fabric follows the seams.  Just because peace is all we need doesn’t mean corruption will not always be our fiend.  And sometimes you might need to just say please.  And the only way we can conquer a notion is through a team.  But no one i know wants to win because you can’t play life like a game , just because patterns emerge doesn’t make us all the same.  It might of all started with a sun, and all some of us need is a son. But when the day is all done, just remember that no matter your age, your life has just begun. 

Midnight is in her Eyes

“Midnight, is in her Eyes”


I pressed the ridged piece of mirror against my wrist, wondering what it would feel like. A reflection of my childhood dream catcher appeared in the glass. I looked up to see it hanging above the bed. I forgot it had been there for so long, like a part of the wall it belonged there where it hung. I wondered how many nightmares the little thing had saved me from. How many terrible memories had it kept out of my head during my unconscious hours at night. Then I wondered if it had prevented any nightmares at all, shouldn’t the spiderweb net grow heavier with every nightmare? After-all how many bugs can a spiderweb hold before it breaks loose?
None of it mattered.


I wasted too much of my time thinking about minute things. I tilted the glass upwards to see my face, and in turn pressed the opposite end into my skin slightly, there’s a little bit of blood on my cheek. My eye sparkled from the light reflecting off the glass, there too dark. I never liked my brown eyes, I always wished one morning I would wake up with blue ones. My eyes looked blank, almost frozen as if I had died with my eyes open, nothing behind them. I bet it makes me very hard to read, mysterious in a way. Some girl’s find mysterious attractive I think, maybe brown eyes aren’t so bad. Something woke up the dog and he barked, I jumped, being pulled out of my thought and into reality accidentally sliding the edge against my wrist. I yelled, not in pain but at the dog. He stopped barking and I was bleeding all over the glass and down my arm. I was awkwardly calm for something like this to have just happened. I slowly put the glass down on my cluttered coffee table, the light reflected off of it again but this time at the ceiling. Painting the room in a tint of crimson red from the blood glazed over the shattered mirror.