October 2011
10 posts
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And She'll Even Tell You She Loves You, But That...
__________________________ She was a bartender - compliment her eyes and she will pour you a disingenuous smile to thank you for the tip. Have you ever had an emotional cocktail? It’s her most favorite drink, she’s served it often. Two parts batting eyes with a shot of anxious glances; easy on the love, shaken, not stirred. No, never on the rocks. You’ll want to throw them...
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You Can Sleep Or Find A Higher Purpose When You're...
“You know what bars are? Social darwinism at it’s absolute worse. But hey, it’s your twenties and you have to go out and enjoy that shit! Live it up! Wear your most pimp/sluttiest Friday best, spend money on overpriced drinks (remember: you’re paying for the atmosphere!) and have fun trying to have something that doesn’t even remotely resemble a conversation over the...
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And We Loved After-school Specials Before We Found...
Skipping down a beaten path, narrow streets interwined with bulging smiles, cracked trees erupt from sidewalks - defiant pillars, shading sweaty brows and naive laughter. The distance roars, shouts, and freedom rings, carried nimbly by a fairys wind.
Everything was different then, even sunshine.
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It's Like The Big Bang Theory, Only With Less...
I saw you in my dream again, but this time was different from the others. Unlike past hauntings, where you starred in my nightmares as a ghoulish fiend with a button nose and star-lit eyes, I didn’t come crawling back to you; I wasn’t chasing or trailing your shadow, I didn’t become lost or afraid trying to find you in this unwilling game of hide and seek through the dark alleys...
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This is my submission to the Spoken Word Saturday...
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And If You Don't Live It Up, Please Die It Down
Boredom, gentleman. That’s what life is, that’s what writing is, that’s what every thing and every proceed is to all who’ve transcended the veil of the physical world and mapped every realm of ideology. The lazy, gentleman, the lazy and unambitious are the truly enlightened: the true philosophers so romanticized by Socrates himself. The only logical life for a man who has...
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It's Not Me, It's You
I refuse to accept the idea that individuals can, and supposedly do, “fall out of love.” It’s outrageous to think it can simply fade away or be cast aside on whim or circumstance. Love should bloom, blossom, pollinate, ignite, smolder, fester like a fire and ultimately disfigure or define ones very soul; even when unrealized or unrequited. And although it should completely and...
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Age Ain't Nothin' But A Social Construct...
In response to:
okay i love youre writing and i sat with a friend just reading ur posts today, and we were wondering if you were some 50 year old guy with nothing better to do, or some college student who was writing from what he learned recently. like i said just wondering, sorry.
Fifty three, actually, nursing a pen, paper, and newborn grandson. I read these stories to him as lullabies;...
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Fuck Yesterday, Yes-to-today
I once had a tendency to trap memories of past loves, encasing them in glass like souvenirs, exhibited in the wide-narrow halls of nostalgia up high atop romanticized pedastals far from the reach of my own hand or even Gods. One disenchanted drunken night I knocked them over in a careless rage and in the somber sobering of the morning light wept broken over the sight of their figural graves,...
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My Milkshake Brings All the Intellectual But Shy...
Nipping at stitchings since corners of loose leaf torn sheets remind me of anxiety. Torn but not quite, still useful, might serve a purpose. This piece of paper scares me but I want to show the world how beautiful I am inside; call them fuckers if they disagree. Because we’re all pretty shallow, but we’re not all very pretty. I miss you, sometimes.
We had it all when we had nothing.
