Category: Arts

It no joke God send me to Earth to teach you about the genomes He said don’t eat the ramen Lest you become a docile boy.   & you should know Those ain’t beans Ma Those is snakes This world is filled with them And they is looking at you.   Don’t give into the temptation That muffin you gramma made Is full of genomes You have been warned.   It’s time to rise up Take charge of your biology You are being conditioned on a mass scale! Are you…

My mom left me alone at home For three months And all she left me Were Twinkies   I ran out and am looking for something to eat I can’t find the can opener All I wanted from this life was Spaghettio’s I told you that’s all I wanted   And if I could I would live inside the Spaghettio’s factory And be a Spaghettio chef   I’ve attended a school with courses in cooking But they never taught me the recipe for Spaghettio’s Or for Twinkies   How do…

Linas was my beloved only and one. I met her in a dense park In a dreadful spot of sun. Oh, she was donned a pretty birthmark!   She did not eat her chips, To do so I could not have coerced. But she finished the salad dip And lugs around a big fat purse.   Her slender body was as wet as the tears of a widow, Her eyes popped out of her head, And yet she was so slow To reach the bloody bed.   Now she’s got…

Igor Zaitsev always knew that he was someone special. Ever since he was born, he was always one step ahead of boys his ages. He learned to read and write at a young age and managed to get into high school when he was ten years old. Igor graduated with flying colours and was on his way to becoming a doctor at one of the most prestigious universities in the world; Princeton. His parents emigrated from Chernobyl, Ukraine and raised him on American soil. Igor’s dad heavily influenced him and…

I remember being seven years old, awaiting my parents’ arrival. My sister and I sat upright in the old polyester green chairs that lined the walls of the waiting area in our elementary school. Our parents were bringing us to our annual dentist appointment. We piled into my father’s big grey van, finding an apple in each of our seats- mom was convinced they cleaned teeth. Once we got to the big city, we’d walk down this corridor full of small businesses; they sold things like mugs with Canadian flags…

I am the pringle, which I cannot afford I tasted the pringle, I savored it’s crunchy texture, And salty composition I meditated on the pringle, and on my life in general Is this all there is to life? Has anything been gained? Has anything been restored? Pringles bake at around 450 F What does that mean? Do they feel me, Cry? Do they feel me, Sigh? Do they feel anything at all? A can of pringles rolls and falls off the table The sound frightens you, and you wonder, Will…

You’re leaning back into the comfort of your favorite couch, the one that’s perfectly molded to your backside. Your head is resting to the side as images flash across your face. The room is dark and you are absorbed in the intensity that is the muse in front of you. Information is being thrown in your direction and you’re taking it all in greedily, your eyes begging for more; the tips of your fingers reaching out to hold onto whatever bits and pieces you can grab. Your body is aching…