Horrific mindsets

Buenas noches todo el mundo

Picture of The Pulse's first print edition.

This week is a pretty fantastic week for the the second publication I write for, The Pulse--an independent news source here at OSU. Today, we launched our first print edition, with one of my pieces highlighted on the second page. I've been writing for The Pulse for over a year now and have several other pieces posted on their website, but to actually see my work in real print always puts a smile on my face. Definitely check it out if you have the chance! 

(Note: Although many articles' topics focus on OSU events, many others are still applicable to the population at large.)

In the fiction department, a new writer, Audrey, shall be appearing at the end of the week. So, please, give her your warmest welcome.

As for me, I have a new piece to share with you all. As a writer and deep-thinker, I've come across a lot of hatred from different groups of people (by which, I've been called everything from racial slurs to a homicidal maniac). I never truly understood how some people can think some of the things that they think about me, and I feel as if it's about time that I really attempt to put my confusion into writing. 

This poem shall be the first of many which underline my uncertainty. I hope the message reaches you in a meaningful way.

Thank you, my friends, and remember to always put life into words.

"While Still Far Away"

My mind is hazy..

All thoughts are unclear…

My soul’s troubled..

But I still lack fear.

What are these "words"…

That float in my head…

They give me pain…

I want peace instead.

I’m traumatized…

Just to say the least…

They’re horrified…

They think I’m a beast.

They want to know…

The horrors of my dreams…

Oh, Ignorance…

You’ve claimed them, it seems.

Fate drives me.

     Love guides me.

         Hate keeps me down.

Think happy thoughts.

~Chris

Forgotten

"Alone" by Partofus

Hey guys it's Aulene again!!!

This peace is about my dad who forgot me. He was supposed to pick me up and forgot beause he was hanging out with my brother. The principle of the thing made me mad that I come in second place to my brother all the time. His feeling are getting more and more clear lately and that is why my little brother is kind of behind a lot of my peaces lately.

Have you guys ever felt like you have been treated unfairly like this before? If so then comment and tell me your stories. I would love to get to know you guys a little better.

Thanks for all your support!!! <3 nbsp="nbsp">

Forgotten

"Sorry I was buisy"

"Sorry I got distracted"

"Sorry I was out"

"Sorry"

Sure let's pretend you were "busy"

Or you got "distracted"

What's the real reason?

You forgot

Really?

You forgot me?

Your first daughter?

Do you care?

You are always there...

For him.

Do I even exist?

I am disappearing

Slowly

Step by step

With each passing car

Yet I hope

"The next car is you"

"You will back me up on this"

"You will be there"

Just hopes

Nothing real

Nothing solid

Nothing trustworthy

For over and hour I sat

Waiting

Hoping

Praying

But still no sight of you

You just don't care

You never did

Stop lying to me!

Tell me the truth

For once

Just admit it...

You forgot me...

~Aulene

~APLIW

Lovely Liars

Anora Anakaya is having a bit of writers block, so I (your friendly-neighborhood-demon-of-greed) have decided to use this opportunity to post a newer poem before I start a new project tomorrow. Both today and tomorrow's posts go along with the Valentine's theme that this week has focused on in the United States. While this poem focuses on a type of haunted indecision born from love unrealized, tomorrow's goes with the reality and hope surrounding such an event. So, don't miss out!

Anyways, enough rambling from me. If you haven't already skipped to the poem, here it is:

______________________________\(^-^)/______________________________

“Indecision, my love...You ruin me with indecision...”

I.

Cry, Cry, bend and cry.

Bow, complain, and die.

Give me hate, or sorrow...

Take my life tomorrow.

II.

Words like these give up and go home.

Guts like these tire, dry up and die.

Who can I be? There’s the myst’ry!

Life, naive and tame, still must end.

Maybe I’ve fallen for you.

Pos’bly my heart knows secrets.

Let Alex come to light just once;

For greed may now seek justice.

III.

“Tomorrow, worlds will be bright.

Tomorrow, I’ll be alright.”

“Tomorrow,” my tone will sing.

Simply, let Big Brother ring.

Poems of old have gone dry.

Their ideas now kill reason.

Yet, still, I read them through.

But still, I can’t find reason.

IV.

Memories call you “my love”.

Emotions should say nothing.

I gave you up long ago;

She continues to scream away.

My head still must pound away.

Love should still be meaningless.

Please, just leave me here alone.

These sins, I will never miss.

...but I'll hold your hand until the end; for you're sweeter than life itself

~Alex.

~Edited by Sharon

The fool playing the magician, still.

My words speak for themselves.

Ignorancia

What does this world know of that which it cannot seem to understand? At what trial had I been convicted? Ignorance; Ignorance; Ignorance! Let the sound ring out again. Condemn me, but I wish to be me. Have you met me? No, impossible! By “big brother” is all you seem to see, even though objective words become abstract for all but me.

Can you hear wrath sing a cold tone towards this global empire of naught? Feel each lyric, move with each beat. Let ignorance consume you no more as the wave of torches light your dark parade. They don’t see an individual—no—solely a group to speculate against. Ignorance. So get angry! For this pride is pitiful, and your greed never greets with a fair tone.

Ignorance. There it goes again! And the crowd cries black for the health of the world and all the patron saints it’s killed. Oh! How tired I am of this frivolous worry…about what I say…about what I do…who I wrong…and how they treat me. But…Quiet! Can you not hear the laughter? Yes, my second voice chuckles blatantly; for everyone worries BUT me. Ignorance. They limit me. They cut me. They bruise me and bash me once more for good measure. Ignorance, and the term slaughters millions.

Oh, pleasant God, damn me, give the world what it wishes! Ignorance still stings while the second voice rings, pleading for me to give chase to hope. Alas, hope’s in bed with pain. All of these people think they can explain…but…they just never see…me for me...


Bleed me dry.

~Alex