Chris Montray’s Bent Logic
Bio
I’m the mere presence of reality in a dream state.
Stories (27/0)
Not a kid anymore
I feel like I’m the only adult and all the kids are starting to gloat. I’m the only one that isn’t aloud to vote. So as I sit to escape to write this note the children are all clicking up to revolt. And I’m surrounded by children’s noise and the world is littered with kids toys. Now I got a major choice and I feel divorced from the poise. It all starts to recoil the plans got foiled all in the great turmoil. We found out the reason it spoiled and my bloods starting to boil. As I explode from the pressure and speak my grand lecture and Be the all around protecter guarding my sector. And I store the supreme nectar I got the best of there gesture the lesser of the selecter and the talents are all jester. And the rest of the time a collecter is what we sequester. I feel like I’m the aggressor and I’m out here trying to deal with all the pressure. If I were a guesser with Mother Nature I would bet her the topic the deciding factor the diobolical reactor it’s gonna be a huge disaster. As I ask her as this moment I capture my heart starts to beat faster as I put this event in my long thought out chapter. I’m trying to rebuild my stature show the world who the master is. I’m standing up to all these bastard kids. I’ve got this powerful written list that I just can’t dismiss of the leaders that have to be brought to there life’s ends. And as I scream out from my lungs to my throat and roars out shouts from my mouth so loud my war cry shakes the ground. I see this vision me holding my position and there I am winning. It will be a great new beginning. Redirecting the childish views to a more mature clue and who ever knew what we would do, oh if we knew. But it’s way over due influences we listened to then grew to create what was new. Now the overview that we over through the many beaten by the few. Now to rewrite the bylaws and be proud of our flaws. It is the casting calls and the gravity of it all the reality seems so tall. It’s the vividness so vividly vivid I’m just looking for the end of the sentences sentence and what punctuation to end it. It’s painstakingly painstaking the growing pains are majorly aching. And there all complaining there complaints and pointing the other direction for blame no one’s taking claim. Then from the skys here comes the showering rains oh yes it’s raining putting out all the flames. Controlling the outcome for our gain in this time we leave a deep stain. The army was tamed our picture is framed and history they chant our names. Hero’s that earned our fame destained our enemy’s they hold the shame, disdain from us they claimed. Now the world is full of adulteration from adults who have diluted there declarations what I thought was a great graduation was actually a miss evaluation. Now the world is so saturated with grownups ways there’s no imagination no games just a society set in there ways. I’ve come to realize the error of my ways we need a collection of change children and adults the same. A balance of the imagination and maturity to complete our exclusive relationship with the worlds municipalities. In the sensational world of obedient dominion to create a great repeating tradition I had a vision yet did not see the outcome I envisioned. Now I see what was missing now to start over start a revolt against the adults to create a new beginning the balance of the mature imagination and childish maturity in all its glory. There I stand sword in hand. My war cry is screaming out as I shout pull my sword up a flash I see me falling down to the ground. But the army that follows carries out my profound calling I hear chanting and screams of misery as my eyes close slowly I see only one thing. A mystery I see me standing my ground sword in hand yet I’m not a man at all it’s a child I see fighting and in the end we win again.
By Chris Montray’s Bent Logic3 years ago in Poets
Never.
Wait I’m not ready don’t start yet. Stop you’re hurting me don’t do that! Shattered the glass did you cut? Yes. I heard you say it maybe I dreamt it. Did you forget it. Yes. Why I was left I don’t know. Happy and playful not anymore, wait was I once. Missed my punch, stumped, regrets none. I tried to make it what I did was break it. My mistake ,common sense ,bite your lip. Don't remember this, you said it shit. Whispers silence, felt tense did you notice, didn’t think you did. Nonsense gibberish, what just a kiss dismissed the fit figured it wouldn’t be missed. Did I hurt you? That’s what I meant. Tear of discipline how did you get it? Take another hit just a simple wish. Forsaken for sin but I remember when it happened again. Re-list the minimal and it makes no sense. Were when oh you again licked and drenched what a positive confrontation. What were I live,”ha”split kicked ripped and whipped oh know you did it again. I take it back. Why are looking stop fact ambishion war in a trench. Was it the gallant or ferocious in the end that wins. Muttered a chant to cast out all of our forever darkness. Yet now we can’t be found in all this brightness. Simple it is, simplistic we’ve been and so eccentric the way we live. So grows the cowardice in the vast souls we shower are known emotional roles. We were told, scolded for are overtones. Did we learn ,what’s our concern, crash and burn. Hope we’re all listening to all that’s menacing keep remembering. We’re all missing no I got it start again the sentence we’re does it end. Shhhhhhh listen in castastraphy then silence and in the midst all I heard was one voice and it said no never not anymore.........
By Chris Montray’s Bent Logic4 years ago in Poets
My Sickness
Disastrous it’s been , feeling hollow again. Destruction runs through my veins and I am channeling the pain. I think you drove me insane, in the shadows you hid the other side so giving ,the snare , the escape so rare. Things that we should all be aware ,so beware temptation is in the air, I smell the complications from here. I’m hearing the multiplication of self meditation the split is a fixation of all of this. The temptress the tempers . The malfunctions I deserve. Our calculations are absurd ,my talents are Coerced and the minutes are reversed. Paradise is cursed ,I am ordering my last nerve. My happiness is provoked caught up by hopes . I’m scattered all around from the sky‘s to the Waters to the ground .Out to hunt? pray is found. The dimensions of my decisions are on a far away realm . it’s hidden from the manifestations that have targeted the remaining salvation. Leaking faith to danger. Fiction spoke it’s all a joke. So soak it all In and choke . For none of us were ever provoked . No more sorrow no more dreams no more present or air to breathe ,close your eyes to the kind then ravage the last bit of the beginning. One simple wish hint ,hint It was all fixed now they’re all craving the End.
By Chris Montray’s Bent Logic4 years ago in Poets