Author Archives: ethangilesjohnson

He burned inside. He reacted to it on impulse. Aggression and intent are opposed to each other unless aggression is the intent. His day had started so well too. He’d woken up today to find himself with a girl. Damn if he wasn’t hungry. The shopping mall he was in had to have a foodContinue reading “Capslock”

The joy of being born is horror then wonder. A life has nothing then the world gives it something. I am born and then what? A newborn child crawls rapidly across the room, finding itself here then there then here again. The father lounges upon a nearby sofa and watches the TV screen rant on.Continue reading “Maker’s Mark”

A crow sat perched on a birch. Its eyes were set on the bell of a child’s rattle. The rattle sat in a young mother’s basket, which she had used to carry her picnic. It squawked at the early sun, which had just finished chasing away the morning chill. No dew lingered at this timeContinue reading “Murder of a mother”

Quae fecis Dies irae Quid estis Misero sum Why have you come? There is no late or early for you Only the time the deed is done. Yet still I say a soul you did take That made me feel for you hate. Scream to the heavens! Why can I not? Why should I not?Continue reading “Death”

A thing unto all. A given. A majesty of life. A bringer of strife. A clock. Tick tock. A heart beats Soon to cease. The only free thing None wish any to bring. Yet lo and behold It is as valuable as gold. Vast wealth is spent In its name. Vast time is given InContinue reading “Death”

What follows is my mind, a thing altogether alien to me. This is a fact I wish to change but fear I may never see accomplished, for everyday something new is added that I am unaware of. Tenet of Thought. The prime principle of knowledge is I am not omniscient, therefore I know nothing.        Continue reading “My Mind”

For my words once given? For the act taken? Am I forsaken? What words I give To express my sorrow That tomorrow might bring A song we might sing Together. Yet still the act cuts deep And for it I see No clemency.

No matter the cause and without pause. I see you being of reason Damned to feel as I. Before you ever act, All you could do is absolved. Gouge, stab, bite, crush; Do as you are bidden With your words or weapons. I am not immune. I feel them all. You are forgiven.

This has much to do with speaking as it does writing, however there are differences in the two I will cover later. If you write a research paper, article, short or long story, post on the web, or message to a friend there is a purpose and the writing fulfills a desire, right? No, notContinue reading “What to write and where to begin? Positive and negative response”

I hate sometimes. Such a powerful word this feeling creates. It acts out of my will in the ever present, but bends to it in time. Still. I see it work upon others. They move to a flow my image commands. They speak from a place my stature demands. Up high or down low, evenContinue reading “This visage of mine,”