The Alternative Forms of Reality…

If there are, multiple versions of our selves, living out their parallel lives with us, wouldn’t that be something!

In this, alternative form of reality, you may be unstuck from who you are, like those ants, working the grind, from five to nine, pulling in that extra overtime, just to pay the bills, think on it, you can be a multi-millionaire, with absolutely NO worries over money, and, all your troubles, are gone away.

The alternative forms of reality, you will, get TRAPPED by it, because, these alternative forms of reality stemmed out of your what-might-have-beens, and what could’ve happened had I only’s, and it’s, easy, for us all, to get, trapped by it, too easy is the thing!

The alternative forms of reality, there IS none, this, is the ONLY reality you can have, as for if there’s, another version of you living on an alternative, parallel plane? Well, wouldn’t you want to know…

The alternative forms of reality, they represented your regrets of what could’ve happen, had you done something differently in the past, and, unfortunately, there’s still NO time machines available, to ANYBODY, so we can, go back in the past, to FIX whatever it is we thought went wrong in our lives.

 

 

 

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The Age of Our Regrets…

This is, a brand NEW E-R-A of our lives: the Age of Our Regrets…

The age of our regrets, comprised, of ALL of our broken dreams, all of those, could’ve, would’ve, should’ve been’s, they’d, finally, gotten, caught UP with us through the years which had, flown past too quickly.

The age of our regrets, there’s, no way we can, rid ourselves of them, they’re, everywhere now, just like, how they were, everywhere before, it’s just, we’d, failed to, NOTICE their presences in our lives is all.

The age of our regrets, let’s count them, shall we??? I regret…being BORN (for starters), having gotten RAPED as a young child (still NOT my fault!!!), not killing myself successfully back in high school (STRIKE T-H-R-E-E!!!), meeting UP with you (not my fault, it was FATE, in MY defense!!!), and the list just runs on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, you get the “picture”, don’t you???

The age of our regrets, you can take ALL your regrets, and you can, EAT them all up, and CHOKE on it, I have ZERO regret, period! Because that, is HOW I CHOOSE to live this god DAMN F***ED up (it was, but not anymore!!!) life of mine!

If Only We Can be Strangers Again…

If this life we’d, already shared, had never, occurred, if only, we can be strangers again, then, all would be, well, but, we can’t, ‘cuz, we can turn back that clock, can we???

So, here’s, where it’s, led us to, down this broken road, paved with lies, hurt, and betrayal, and, it’s neither of our, faults, or, perhaps, it’s only fair, that we share, the blame together, divide it up, 50/50.

If only we can be strangers again, but we can’t. We can’t even, be perfect strangers to one another, we know each other, too well.

If only, we can be strangers again, wouldn’t that be grand? I mean, just think, how wonderful life would be, we can just, live our colliding lives, like, parallel lines, and never know how close we got to, goodbye.

But, I can’t pretend, I won’t! It’s just, no point for me to do so, I already HATE you, with EVERY single FUCKING (and your point being???) cell in my body. If only, we can be strangers again, but we can’t, we’d, moved PAST being just, strangers now………

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Serenade Me, with Those Songs of Your Regrets

These songs you’d sung to me, they’d, become, out-of-tune now!

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, c’mon, I want to hear them ALL, over, over, over, and over again from you (‘cuz you will, RE-experience those traumas from your childhood abuse AND neglect repeatedly!!!).

查看來源圖片something that looks, like this, maybe???  Image from online…

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, and, I’ll laugh, callously, like I have, NO heart (oh wait, I forgot, I HAVE NO heart!!!). Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, from that time you couldn’t, control yourself with that WHORE of yours, and, tell me, STEP by STEP what you did to her, ‘cuz I want to know. Did she, moan and GROAN loud enough for ya??? I’m bettin’ that she had!

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, but, I’d, gone DEAF, with ALL those repeated moments of regrets in my own life, and so, nothing you say will EVER be, “registering” ever again.

And your lips will keep on moving, and all I see, is blah-blah-b-l-a-h, what’s that you say??? Did someone, accidentally (yeah uh, right!!!) press down hard, and BROKE that “mute” button on your voice? ‘Cuz I CAN’T H-E-A-R Y-O-U!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Across This Vast Plain of My Regrets…

Do you not smell it, the scent of rain, across this vast plain of my regrets, and, as the rain fell, it tasted, salty (‘cuz, it’s, made of TEARS???)…

Across this vast plain of my regrets, I regretted, EVER looking you up, EVER started this god DAMN interaction with you online, and now, we’d become, LESS than strangers, ‘cuz I would’ve, treated STRANGERS with a HELL of a LOT MORE courtesy than you’d ever treated me with!

the storm hasn’t happened yet, but, it’s, brewing all right….  Photo from online…查看來源圖片

Across this vast plain of my regrets, why, oh why, was I so, god damn YOUNG, NAÏVE, and inexperienced (and no, still NOWHERE NEAR the vicinity of STUPID here!!!), in love, and I was, already TWENTY-SIX when that happened, and thankfully, I’d, figured it all out, right before I’d, turned twenty-seven.

Across this VAST plain of my regrets, and I still only got just ONE regret, and that was, being BORN, and I wasn’t, even IN control of that! Across this VAST plain of my regrets, the downpour of ALL the tears I’d, ever cried, came rushing down, all at once, and took me under!

查看來源圖片miles of emptiness, with the storms, in teh distance…not my photo…

Across this VAST plain of my regrets, oh, how I’d, HATED me, for not being old enough, ‘cuz if I were, a bit older when it all started happenin’, then mayne, things would’ve, turned out different (and no, still not going back down THAT road again!!!)……………

And now, you look out, from wherever the HELL you are, you won’t see this VAST plain of MY regrets, ‘cuz I ain’t got NONE (and your point being???). I’d lived, AND died (no, really had!!!), and now, I’m, immortal (feel free to call me EGOTISTICAL, but I KNOW I’m NOT!!!), and no, I’m still NOT claiming to be G-O-D, ‘cuz there AIN’T a G-O-D, it’s all, EVOLUTION, people!!!

 

The Gym, a Short Prose

The changes in the beliefs of this man from before, to after the marriage, it’s actually, quite funny, don’t you think? Translated…

He’s a fanatic when it came to exercise, he’d gone to the gyms after work. One day, he’d met her through a friend, and, the focus of his life became dating and the marriage, and clearly, the time he went to the gym got, reduced. But he’d still loved exercising, he thought this was only, a period of transition. He’d often thought, if she were willing, to go to the gym with her, it would be wonderful. But he thought he shouldn’t demand so much of her, because other than not loving exercising, she’d fitted to his ideal of a perfect woman.

But, after a few years of marriage, he’d told his friend, “the only good thing about her is that she wouldn’t, follow me to the gym.”

See how the mindset changes, from before to after the marriage? That, is how it always works, because when you were in love, you tend to, ignore ALL the not-so-good qualities about each other, but after you two get hitched, then, it’s, a different story, that, is when ALL the differences get magnified underneath that microscope of yours.

Healing Up from a Condition, a Poem

It’s Too Late Now, to Make Amends…

I just want to tell you, how sorry I truly am! Well, you know what, it’s not, “registering”, ‘cuz, that wall that can block out ALL the noises is finally, erect!

It’s too late now, to make amends, I know, but, I still want to let you know, just how sorry I truly am, for hurting you, so, won’t you forgive me already? NO!!!

It’s too late now, to make amends, time didn’t stand still, and I’m no longer as young (or NAÏVE for that matter!!!) as I’d been from before, and everything is, no longer the same between us…

It’s too late now, to make amends, I don’t expect you to forgive me, for what I’d done to you, to our family, but I hope, that as time passes, you’ll be able to, find it in your heart, to say that you forgive me.

It’s too late now, to make amends, because, until you can get H.G. Wells to build that TIME MACHINE, to RELIVE those moments of your regrets, to do something differently, to ALTER the outcomes of our lives, then, there ain’t, NO chance.

It’s too late now, to make amends, I just hope, that all the people I’d, unintentionally MURDERED will find it in their souls, to just, forgive me……

Uh, yeah right, and, DUDES, GET real here!!!