Chuck Palahniuk (inspired) Series

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up? –Chuck Palahniuk

We spin round and round

Hand in hand

And try not to slow down

We’d talk, but we’re laughing

And we can’t slow down

It’s past enjoyment

It’s a dizzy frenzy of colors

Slicing into what used to make pictures

As we lean back into nothing

Trusting our linked hands and our locked eyes

Daring momentum to defy gravity

Life is a hazy background in our revolving orbit of nonsensical amusement

A perverted game of chicken, where the person who let’s go first is not saved but lost

This isn’t a merry-go-round; there are no pretty plastic horses or cotton candy smiles

No, this is me and you

And I see you perfectly clearly, just like this

So we can’t slow down

We can’t stop or let go

And we can’t slow down

Because if we do

And the stars fall out of our eyes

Fleeting, like November leaves

Will I still see you?

Will you still see me?

Won’t things speed up

Until we are suddenly

Back to being born?

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We just had a near-life experience – Chuck Palahniuk

The Speed of Life

When you make that first gasp for breath

Yours to steal from this new life,

You look around to see

That the old you is gone

And come to think, you can’t remember being anything other than what you are

But you know there was something, somewhere

And it tugs on the strings of your late-night brain

A black cat, scratching at the back door

Because you can’t believe that the old model is out there, deserted where you used to be

Ten gulps later, when your lungs finally realize that the air won’t run out before the curtains close again

You wonder how far you’ll get this time,

Until it’s a new show, in a new town

And this costume is abandoned

Left

Discontinued.

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Your birth is a mistake you will spend your whole life trying to correct. –Chuck Palahniuk

Death, Are You There?

Where would I find a crimson tide

That didn’t make me think of you?

Today, driving, I saw a train of clouds

Chugging across that dismal excuse of a city skyline

And I wondered if I got on,

Would I find you?

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He let go of my hand

I never hit the ground

But I woke up somewhere else

And I want to know why,

Was it you who chose here?

Or do you just come to cut the ties,

And leave the weaving of new stories for Fate and her three faces?

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I found a time of day when the grass looks like fields of felt

And the sky matches the rice water, no matter where you look

And I wonder if his hands ever found mine here or then before

I used to want to have a new part everyday

But I don’t anymore.

Is that Death,

Fate,

Or love?

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holding time is like holding sand, perhaps it will stay for a while, but eventually it slips through your hands in a rush to rejoin the ocean.