Sometimes the mind of a man becomes so complacent with itself, so copacetic with a milieu of pain that imparts a feeling of comfort, that the only way to jettison him from it is to impart a great concussion on his psyche. Unfortunately, sometimes that catalyst is none other than your exodus from his life. It is the sacrifice none wish to make ( Read more... )

     I picture me and another, a burgeoning fire that has broken free, unstoppable, rolling and tossing around like dried leaves on the wind, until I pin him down, deeply stare into his eyes, kiss him deeply, and make love to him aggressively, protectively, securely, and vulnerably. I would wake up the next morning, staring out the window into the ( Read more... )

     I am rather unsure as to what is supposed to come next. My entire life feels like one big non sequitur. You're in this existence where the people in it constantly remind you that you mean something, you do something, you have a place, you are an integral cog in this tedious wheel we call a consciousness. Except consciousness isn't real. So I ( Read more... )

     I heard a song tonight that felt like what I imagine feeling the presence of god must feel like. It wasn't that the song was particularly good, well-written or melodically superior to any other. It was that in a split second it transported my mind and my heart to a place devoid of anxiety and malice. For a brief, infinitesimally small period ( Read more... )

     Always looking for the magic line that will deliver you from despondence, those uttered will always differ from what you wanted to hear by even a tiny bit, just enough to tempt that ever-present faculty of man so well-tempered as to have absolute pitch of the darkest sadnesses of the heart. Even in the most well-intentioned words will there be ( Read more... )

     The first, Gluttony, was the first real job I had, and while in college, the only job that was consistent and not seasonal or part-time. At the convenience store I would eat and drink with reckless abandon, gaining forty pounds in a period of three months. This was in addition to the food that I would bring home off the clock ( Read more... )

     Cold stones of fire, melting a frozen ghost of what was and never is, no longer seeing, always believing, unsure as to what to say next. Never has it happened before, never will it happen again. No one knows what it is, no one knows what to say. Frozen ball of empathy, raining down upon the sands. Assault from above, everlasting plague of ( Read more... )

     He looks up. The feeling of sickness and dread in his stomach is unavoidable. Another sleepless night. The dreams he should be enjoying in a stasis of invincibility must now manifest themselves in his consciousness, able to hurt him, able to render him incapacitated with a fraction of the intensity that would be required in his wakeless state ( Read more... )

     Out of pure frustration will I write this. It will lack subtle beauty, expression, or any of many other literary elements that make reading it a joy. Instead, it will have the one thing no one gives two shits about anymore: realism ( Read more... )

     When I was about eight, I used to love the Disney version of Robin Hood. I loved it so much, in fact, that I used to attend my Saturday morning bowling league as my alter-ego, Prince John. I would parade around the adults whom I knew and demand payment of the taxes I had apparently levied without their consent. At first they would smile and ( Read more... )