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(Untitled)
But staying positive is the only way I can reinforce anything that keeps me happy. Its the only way I can hear that faint whisper of "You are worth it. You are amazing. You deserve whatever happiness you can get. You deserve to be loved." -
glass to the arson.
The poem came from a class I took last spring. its part self-indulgent post-jawbreaker emo, part hugely riotous joke, and part wandering mind. Enjoy.
( I can make the saddest things funny. count the references. ) -
Arbor Mist may have been involved.
The Long and Short of Things.
Ask any writer the following question: how hard is writing? Then find a comfortable seating situation, note the time, and cancel any plans that were made for the rest of the day. The point is, unless one had the uncanny luck of arbitrarily selecting a concise writer of few words, the answer to that ( Read more... ) -
Take me home tonight
American lit final. Part 2
Part two: The Fantastic Voyage or, Conversely, What the Bleep Do We Know?
One of the defining characteristics of Modernist writing is a sort of abstinence from expressing the personal. There is an attempt to walk the line between the interior landscape and the exterior; they try to find a balance between the ( Read more... ) -
I pick at my hands and dig up old poems from 2007 or maybe early 2008 part 2
an untitled work that I found going through some papers this morning, and the more I read it, the more I like it ( Read more... ) -
I pick at my hands and dig up old poems from 2007 or maybe early 2008 part 1
Departing
There is one more thing uglier than anger:
loneliness.
Loneliness motivates the most selfish of actions
and still breaks hearts
Faster than a speeding bullet shot from a loaded god complex.
I've been left for dead before
Come on sweet catastrophe
choke me with your sweetness
and run away
Leave me ill and withered.
I will restore my shadow.
I've ( Read more... ) -
Short story starting to look pretty weird. It's bad but at least I'm writng again.
Chet drove faster and faster. He was pushing 100, and the rickety lime green 1990 Honda only went to 120. The spoiler had come off miles ago. She would find him soon enough. He looked at the passenger seat filled with an unruly heap of hundreds of hundred dollar bills in neat little bundles. Their order and uniformity made Chet nauseous. He knew ( Read more... ) -
another random day with another random poem with another random spill canvas song in my head
Jam Band of Goldilocks and the Three Bears
1. I should wear a helmet. I fall in love all the time.
2. What is the appeal of boys in the service industries?
Maybe because in my head, it's prostitution but safer.
I mean, you are paying them to serve you, and it's more or less their job
to cater to your desires (within reason)
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I wonder if I'll be held responsible for this. (sestina)
The difference between you and me is I make this look good.
I dare you to do what I do
just try it, baby
just once
and I guarantee that you will be bleeding from places that you didn’t even know could bleed.
The rest is silence.
Think about my voice and the deafening way I mute, I silence
your meager pretentious pseudo god-isms of what is “good”
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