Poems and Prose #80 - Sprinkles

Frozen specks of water drift downward,
along the air's contours,
through the fog that oozes from my nostrils
and lets the planet know I'm still here
to cause chemical reactions,
resting finally on my shoes
and the surrounding ground.

I step forward and smile slightly
at the crunching sound beneath me.

Madness Sketches

Just some sketches I did for a game I've been considering called Madness. As of right now, I'm leaning toward it being somewhat like Geometry Wars with a little bit of old-school tunnel shooting thrown in.

Logo/title. The uvula will vibrate madly... (needs some work)

Some intro text, then transition into the game from title.

The current state of the Madness idea.

Perhaps a segue level that goes through a tunnel?

When the madness engulfs you, the player screams and we zoom into his mouth.

Poems and Prose #79 - Dual

We oscillate
like cosine waves
as the surrounding walls
abruptly decay,
our sealed-shut eyes
now beaming rays
that vibrate subtly
with each pulse of our veins.

Poems and Prose #78 - Flick

Dreams cover my wagging eyes in a glaze.

I can't move,
but I have no need to,
nor any desire.

Poems and Prose #77 - Latter

Oh, these are the worst of times!
If there were darker days,
the sky would be as black as space!
Crying men at every turn,
wailing with young babies' yearns!
The tears pool up and fill the streets;
a dreadful visage, quite, indeed!

And as a watcher, I indulge,
in padding out the somber bulge,
my face dry, but lips still slick,
fooled, perhaps, by my own tricks.

Poems and Prose #76 - Droop

Splicing fine lines
sounds nice,
enticing my eyes
to blink twice or thrice,
while I decide,
aye, I confide,
that vices suffice
for lice, men, and mice.

Spices of life,
revised via scythe,
widen the winds
of time binding ice.
Realizing my site,
I slide to the side,
a reprisal refined
with a tight toss of dice.

Poems and Prose #75 - Levity

Here we are, you and I,
giggling as we slowly die.

When the twinkle flees your eyes,
and I hear your final sigh,
I find my laughs more like asides,
referencing something the sound elides.

My mouth now wide,
my final HA tried,
I lie back
and let the audience decide.

Poems and Prose #74 - Shades

Gazing at my navel,
I see interesting thing
after interesting thing.

The most interesting thing of all
is that I can see anything
with these fleshy lids
draping my eyeballs.

Poems and Prose #73 - Nominal

Congruency suggests
that these items are the same,
but tear away the skin
and you'll see sameness just in name,
for the muscles and organs
and interstitial tissue are ordained
to carry out the whims
of a lifetime's worth of aims.

Now, myself,
I think it's a damned, God-awful shame
to measure a placard
by the wall on which it hangs.