Today I was humbled by the beauty of the sky.

The headlights outside of my apartment are no longer yours. (A something I must remind myself of constantly, as you'd be too scared of the inconvenience a suprise might cause me to actually suprise me.)

I have a new life motto, "give it your all or give it away."

( some bragging shit and my new haircut )

When you are dumped by a heroin addict you know that somewhere inside of you you will be okay with it. The world will readjust and eventually you will be fine. It had nothing to do with me, anyway ( Read more... )

I will probably delete this next time I get on livejournal. For a first-draft 4 a.m. poem, I am too sleepy to tell if it's any good.

( Onwards )

- What medium connects us to the rest of the world? The human experience is found in things that do not involve human beings at all ( Read more... )

I am taking a prose writing workshop, one of our writing prompts was to tell an entire story in one-sentence, 200-250 words.

I am putting the rough version of it here, but you can only read it if you give me constructive criticism and feedback, because I don't like the idea of phantom friends.

( The CB Radio )

They say a good writer knows when to stop writing. A dry spell, put down the pen, come back to it later ( Read more... )

Not one bit of 2007 left. Not one bit. When I wake up tomorrow I don't want a single reminder that this year existed ( Read more... )

I am convinced that with each young man, newly leaving from my farm town for the military, there is a streetlamp flickering out somewhere in their rememberance ( Read more... )

( P.S. I changed my hair )

Do you remember when people would call out responses to the things you would say? They'd take your words and love them dearly, press them against their chest as one demonstrates upon the finishing of a book that has touched them deeply (the books with long fingers, gently prodding at secret places inside of yourself, firmly, carefully ( Read more... )