1. An Autumn Ending

    It came to us on a day that felt like autumn. All around everything was beautiful but there was a lingering sense of decay. We knew we had the appearance of everything going well. We got on well enough, and had lots in common, but the leaves were starting to turn brown already. The days were growing shorter, too. The evenings that had once sweltered with so much passionate heat had begun to draw up cold around our arms.

    We looked over what we had built. We thought it would last forever. As the autumn set in, we realised how wrong we had been. In fact, we realised that what we had would not even survive another winter, let alone the rest of our days.

    It was then that we knew it was over.

    And it was over.

  2. In Motion

    you say you want something more
    something different
    but you don’t know what that is;

    you say that you are not a number
    but you don’t know what you are*

    *[it’s hard to be special when we are
    so many]

    you yearn, you seek, you
    strive, for what end is not ever
    certain

    you paint the walls, you
    get your hair styled and that
    feels like some kind of
    perverse progress. but these
    are just the reflexes of a
    system running on automatic

  3. Success

    And they had fought so long and so hard for their achievements that every success was not met with raucous applause, nor was it met with cheering or standing ovations.

    Instead, their successes fell flat and hollow, tumbling through memory into obscurity. There was no applause, no merriment, no mirth. There was only the dull echo of each of their successes hitting the floor; forgotten, forgotten. .

  4. Days

    May your days be longer 

    than you desire

    May your years run long,
    overflowing

    May you run fast enough
    to escape all this

  5. After being gone for a while, I’ve discovered that tumblr messaging is still not great, and also that I have unfollowed people just due to the whims of the gods of coding.

    What do people use for messaging nowadays? I’m thinking that psychic projection of thoughts might be better than the current system- I keep wanting to hit the “cross” on messages, but it turns out that ignores people now. DANGER DANGER

  6. trixclibrarian:

    some meat, like bacon, really deserves to be a verb

    I’m feeling down, I really need a good baconing.

  7. Digital Coffee

    you and i, we’re just
    having digital coffee
    right now; i may as
    well have poured
    it and you may as
    well be drinking
    it

  8. Predicament

    we seized the day and held it; we choked the life from its barren throat

    and

    thereafter no one lived in the moment, but instead wandered around in an abstract predicament

  9. Days

    May your days be longer
    than you desire

    May your years run long,
    overflowing

    May you run fast enough
    to escape all this

  10. A Letter

    Hello old friends, inter-dimensional beings and highly-powered supercomputers…

    There’s a weird space that develops when you don’t talk to a group of friends for a while. Will they remember you? Will they now have reviewed your actions, and decided that you sucked in the most horrible of fashions all along? Were you the one that kept farting?

    These and other questions grow with time. They fall through the air, landing in a heap upon the floor. Before long they become so numerous that they start to form a wall between you and the idea of returning - a kind of physical barrier that leaves you in one of those weird moments where you open up emails or start typing a text to someone and then freeze dead in your tracks.

    Sooner or later, you have to choose: do I knock down the wall, or do I let the questions build up so high that, when I do finally return, everyone will be gone anyway? Do I really want to return to those bright lights in the city, only to find everyone has moved on?

    So I guess this is me saying hello once again - I hope you are all well. Maybe some of you are better than before, maybe some are worse. I’d like to find out either way. The multi-faceted compound eyes of the Maintenance Hive Mind are blinking into wakefulness from a slumber that lasted too long.

    My time online each day may not be that long, but I’ll make the most of it catching up - and keeping up - with y’all.

  11. Escapology

    constantmaintenance:

    leaving
                              the
    country 
                    soon
    who                                        knows
    what 
                                  the
          next
                    country
    will
               be
    like


    i
    suspect it
             will
    be 
      largely
                       the
    same;
    just
        different
    faces on 
      the money
                         and
       different
    words
                           on
     people’s
    lips

    there will still be assholes,
    of course.

  12. Escapology

    leaving
                              the
    country 
                    soon
    who                                        knows
    what 
                                  the
          next
                    country
    will
               be
    like


    i
    suspect it
             will
    be 
      largely
                       the
    same;
    just
        different
    faces on 
      the money
                         and
       different
    words
                           on
     people’s
    lips

    there will still be assholes,
    of course.

  13. Pedestrians

    constantmaintenance:

    no cause for concern,
    you can wash that right out

    garden path, garden variety.

    we walk by one another, shopping.
    we have little worlds in our heads;
    tacky dioramas on a low budget
    where we are the star and villain.

    wearing overcoats, carrying umbrellas,
    let’s talk about the weather
     
    or maybe grab some molten caffeine.

    and chew some scenery.

    all the while hoping
    that our little dioramas will be       unpedestrian.

About me

All about the maintenance, of all the little things - Prose/Poetry.