This Week Is Decision Week. Woo Who! Note the genuine enthusiasm. Around this time many people are finding everything speeding towards choices about what they’re going to be, who they want to be, and what they’re going to do. All while they attempt to wade through the massive amounts of bullshit and lies that years of jaded individuals have supplied them with. So now here you are...
At A Bar.
The lone man sat dismally drinking away on his barstool as the world turned. An old jukebox played on in the corner reminding him of former glories and one nightstands gone by. All around him sat the losers of the night. Guys and girls who like he had no place better to be and drinking was their only solace. Sounds of defeat echoed around him, but the only thing he could hear was the voice...
The sound of summer love, wrapped lightly in...
Kinda Like I Did The Rhyme.
Had a dream about a woman that I barely knew. Went to the beach and watched the view. Soon watching them I could no longer do. Dove in first, leaving her behind. Kinda like I did the rhyme.
Published my short story. Check it out. While I cannot promise it’ll change your life, I can promise that you’ll be entertained.
I wanted you to be mine once.
I wanted you to be mine once, just for a day, just for a moment, just mine to hold and never to share. just once. I wanted you with a fire that burned Near as bright as the sun Near as bright as I was when you’d come around Near as bright as the joy leaked from your smile. I wanted you not for the sparkles in your eyes, or the hidden divide between your thighs. I wanted you for the beauty...
Life is a series of red and yellow lights. Sometimes you’re forced to stop...
I wanted to be an X-Man, So I stared into the Sun. Thinking I’d gain super powers I drank concocted potions filled with sugary sweets, I swearing I was the fastest boy alive as I ran busily through the streets. My superhuman speed, my cunning, and my cape followed me on all my adventures often being my escape. Man do I miss those days when I could be great, merely for greatness...
A Stupid Poem
I wrote a stupid poem Hoping that it’d reach someone. Only to find it had no audience after I was done. I wrote about life Hoping that it’d brighten the sun. Only to find my words weren’t bright and such battles couldn’t be won. I wanted to write about her in hopes that she hadn’t forgot me. But found out when I was done She never really knew me I was...
A Worthwhile Flashback to the Wonder Years. The... →
I bet you miss these things.
The Gospel According to OutKast. Thou shalt vibe, learn, and obey.
Pausing now to take a breath. Her lungs empty and needing rest. She bent now touching knee. Head down breathing heavily. Her tired eyes had seen enough Done with all the passing dust. Her tired feet had done enough Done chasing after mirages of us. Her tired hands had worked enough Done with forging tools and such. Her tired mind had thought enough Done thinking of things that never measured up....
We’re all trying to find the next level without the next level finding us.– Lauren Hill
City Planning Part II & III
Broderick was still babbling on by the time they’d reached the council doors. “Best of luck Mr. Whitaker.” He said opening the large wooden door. “Thanks.” Allen replied as he walked through. The room on the other side was large, but mostly empty aside from the small hodgepodge group of citizens assembled. The seven aldermen, the sheriff, and about four senior citizens who probably had nothing...
City Planning: Part I
The deception was cunning. The lies minute, and so unassuming. Allen for the time being had done it. A smile passed his lips, small at first then totally eclipsing his face. He had made it out of a terrible scenario almost unscathed with his innocence intact, though admittedly some pieces were chipping away. Allen, a successful con-artist, stood on the steps of city hall breathing and gorging...
Sad Ass Guide to Being A Man →
This is an article for men. Not the witless, spineless bastards that claim to be, although it’d probably help them out. Great article about putting life in perspective. “Well written.”
Pause Pausing now to take a breath. Her lungs empty and needing rest. She bent now touching knee. Head down breathing heavily. Her tired eyes had seen enough Done with all the passing dust. Her tired feet had done enough Done chasing after mirages of us. Her tired hands had worked enough Done with forging tools and such. Her tired mind had thought enough Done thinking of things that never measured...
Words about a companion.
Broke, single, and destitute do I find myself. Abandoned by most familiar luxuries. My only comfort, my only resource left, are words. The pen my last remaining companion, the pencil his lone stand in. Busily at work salvaging amongst the wasteland I find myself in. Pages blanket me. Sentences add a layer of warmth, but words act as my fort. Talent may be hovering with skill someplace...
A Hunting We Will Go.
Life’s filled with irony and other assorted flavors. It often finds you at your most vulnerable moment and delivers a witty jest and a swift kick to your nether region. I find myself attempting to recover from both. I recently went on a much needed vacation to Atlanta. It was a week of fun, passion, excitement and inebriated bliss. I left on Sunday feeling bittersweet about leaving but happy...
This year after a much needed discussion with the Legion of Doom and Super Friends I realized I possessed the gift of writing (well). Up to this point in my life I’ve sufficed only to use that said gift for mindless musings and for the occasional “yeah this is what I like to do when I’m bored.” Last year writing was just something that I always said I’d like to do,...