Silent Suffering

He pulled his car into the parking lot and shifted it into park.  He looked around the small, quaint restaurant before exiting the vehicle to see if he noticed the familiar gray coupe.  No, it wasn’t in that corner.  He turned to look in the other part of the lot.  Nope, not there either.  That was weird, she had texted him and said she was only a couple of minutes away.  Just as that thought crossed his mind, the two-door sports car rolled past his car and parked a couple of spaces away.

He quickly looked away before she could notice him.  Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her get out of her car and begin to walk toward the entrance.  She looked as good as ever.  Her jeans cupped her body; the tank top she was wearing revealed just enough skin to make a man wonder what was underneath.  To top it off, her heels made a slight sound on the pavement that seemed to whisper the word sexy with every step.  He watched her walk all the way into the restaurant.  What a show it was.  After she disappeared behind the front door, he took a deep breath and stepped out into the parking lot.

Fast Cars to Toolbars

History lessons aren't always good



Toolbars will leave u drunk in a bar



Previous calls will cause progress to be stalled



Accidental clicks will make her clock tick



Its a battle of good and evil



And which side one will choose



Who's who and what's what



Her story is skewered by the sewer she inhales



Oxygen, hydrogen, aqua, WE fail



Deep inside, his story is open 



While hers is linear,



Their hope for heartbreak



Is left to a cellular



Search, a temporary internet file



A wall post, a newly discovered profile



On a site meant to be tucked away,



Damn is history here to save the day



Or slave her astray?

















by ThaAntagonyst

Me vs. The Internet

"I’d like to welcome you to the new age, an age where the world is at the beckon call of your fingertips."

Welcome to the internet age. I realize that yes I’m only a few years late writing about this but I was feeling nostalgic one day about how excited I used to get as a kid to go to the music store whenever an album from a band I liked came out, and how because of the internet I’ll probably never get to re-live that sort of excitement (also due in part to the fact that new music is horrible… Lady Gaga or Katy Perry anyone?). It then got me thinking about how other aspects of my life and everybody else’s has changed because of it and well, that’s my excuse for writing about it now. This isn’t going to be so much of an ‘one side or another’ piece like my monogamy and marriage blogs, but just more of an observation of this new internet age we live in.

Ascension

Warm white rays
Descend from the sky
Flickers of gold light
Sparkle like fireflies

Love and warmth
Overcomes all pain
Relieving him of
His emotional strain

The Angels are calling
They're singing his name
Enticing their son
To come home again

Glancing back
As he ascends
There's no regrets
He's free from sin

Though we are very sad
That you had to go
Knowing you're suffering is over
Cleanses our souls

For someday
We shall meet again
At the gates to heaven
As our souls ascend

by Phillip Michael

Hugs

Sprinkle of rain

In the night

I’m not letting you go

Tonight

The tighter I squeeze

The stronger the heat

Of the energy flowing

Deep inside of me

So

Before I let go

I want you to know

That I’ll cherish our hugs

Wherever I go

by Phillip Michael

There You Go

You just left

And all I see

Is your tail lights

Going away from me

As they are glimmering through the rain

I must have been insane

For letting you slip

Through my reins

Fully knowing

It was chance of a lifetime

And…

It may never happen again

by Phillip Michael

My Horror

Tired beyond belief
Troubled with unforgiving grief

Dazed

I can’t feel myself breathe
What is coming over me

Euphoria

Rain on the roof
And the ever so constant ringing in my ears

Articulate

Sometimes I think
I'm ready to throw away all those years

Tainted

As my demons thrive inside of my core
I'm not sure whether I can take it anymore

My Horror

by Phillip Michael