Alex Arfons
Bio
Hello, I'm Alex.
Stories (4/0)
Yours
Excuse me baby, I've been talking out my ass, just wanted this to last. Yeah. Yeah, Excuse me honey, I've been lying through my teeth saying you don't mean shit to me. I just had to see if it was really true, did I finally find you? Well now I feel like without you, life wouldn't be worth as much anymore. So I think it's safe to say you're the rainbow to my downpour because,
By Alex Arfons5 years ago in Poets
Grief
There is no easy way to mourn for the lost. Most popular methods produce too high of a cost. The "healthiest" way (they say) is to cry and eventually move forward with life. However I've come to find, this path only leads to anger, stress, strife. So what I recommend my friends, is not to drink, smoke, harm, or be bitter. And it's definitely not to become a life quitter. I simply suggest one little favor. For the ones not yet lost, their moments and memories you shall savor. For the ones already gone, an even easier task. Don't let the sweet memories of their life pass, and with this method for many years more they surely will last.
By Alex Arfons5 years ago in Poets
Another Perspective
I guess life is just another obstacle. It's not a gift nor a curse. They say that it can't get much worse than earth. Well I, suppose they haven't really seen my work. So for that, I forgive their ignorance. It sure is blissful in these trying times. It's cute that when one falls, they all say goodbye. But only if it has been posted online. Humans are such a curious thing. Their morals are that of a pendulum swing. One day good. Then next day greater according to them. Tiny mortals made of dust, believe that dust is light. Tiny mortals made to love, only know to fight. I don't understand, their fatal plans for their little sphere. It's not really clear what they're planning to do here. And I guess that's why I spare their minds and lives. They entertain me so. Instead, I'd like more of their kind all the time. They take out so much of the work that I've been assigned. They take so much time to make plans for impossible events. That I'd feel wrong, if I didn't make such tragedies appear. For their time on their little rock, is so limited here. So many disasters going through each of their brains. No wonder these little soldiers have gone insane. PTSD of the highest degree. I call life. I call life. Trust is a must if you want true peace. But these creatures lost sight of that before the roaring 20s. I call on lust. Call on lust. That is the glue, neigh. The TAPE holding these futile organic failures together. Only the red letter. How shameful that is. And God will only ever see them as such kids. They have much to give. And much to learn. Before it even becomes close for their turn in my realm. That's why we had to go and extend their lives. But I swear sometimes, oh Jesus Christ that I just want it to end. The entertainment doesn't excuse their stupidity. I still haven't a clue why you've saved them until infinity. But your faults are your own, old man. That is not a part of my plan. I could go back to my previous statement and claim them all ill. But what good would that do, if they're included in each other's will. No. I do not surrender to the thought of believing them innocent and naive. They are powered by glutton, hunger and greed. These silly little meat sacks have better got something else up their ass, if they believe for a second that their sins are excused. Oh. Lord how they have used you, can't you see. I don't understand. No, I don't comprehend, how you could not be the least bit angry. But, I suppose that's not my place to ponder or wonder. I suppose that I shall just keep collecting their souls and preparing them for the next level though I fear their ways of thinking are yet again, inevitable..even here. Please be warned sir. These beings are anything but pure. I just hope that you're sure, that they belong right here.
By Alex Arfons5 years ago in Poets
Two Kids
Here's a story of two kids just trying to make it. Just trying to get it right. Just trying to make it through the night. Through all the pain and the pleasure, they never thought they'd have to lose the one thing they actually treasured. So here's to all the punks and outcasts. To all the popular and perfect people out there. Because love... love is the only damn thing that doesn't discriminate. And that's why I'm so god damn passionate about it. Because it legit represents everything that I am, ever was, and ever felt. No matter the shitty cards I was dealt. I still kept my mind clear and my heart open. No matter how many times, life happened and it just became dust or became broken. I'm not saying you have to agree. But, listen to the words being spoken. Love each other and love thyself. because, no one's going to love you in heaven or hell. the world is cold. the afterlife is colder. we're put into groups depending on our past instead of just sharing crying shoulders. Is that really the way we want to represent humanity? Just another dollar to make. Another demon to breed? I just lost the most important thing to me. my independent way of thinking. And for what? something I thought would last a lifetime. Now, don't get it twisted, I'm not saying that was his fault. I changed myself. Again and again. Desperately, trying to pretend, like I fit in here. Like I belonged. And all the people who made me feel like I didn't, were just wrong. But... that's actually not the truth. They were just trying to get me to see the errors in my "flawless" mindset. Anyway back to the story, and this is why I love it. There is no violence or any gore. Just misunderstandings and "I wish things could be the way they were before" and yes, some tears and past fears coming up to the surface that presented challenges and obstacles, that they faced every day. But, they just held each other and said that they'd be okay. Now, they love each other in a brotherly way. kind to each other and they have fun, and they laugh and play. But, the romance they craved and wanted so bad, began to fade away like a bad fashion fad. They became scared and irate. They screamed "that's just great" and they began to hate the idea of love and lost it in their hearts and their minds. What they didn't understand... is love exists in all kinds. Once that knowledge hit them like a ton of bricks, they held each other and shared one last kiss. And stepped into the sharp and painful reality that they just weren't meant to be. But they could join hands and share a love, that you'd find in good friends or close family.
By Alex Arfons6 years ago in Poets