“Democratic Debate: A Drinking Game” By me, for you. Enjoy responsibility. (Wednesday Night Edition) Directions: Turn on debate (NBC/MSNBC) at 8pm central time. You’ll need two clean shot glasses, 1 pint of liquor and at least 4 beers. I suggest having a back up beer in a koozie ready to go at all times. Rules: […]Read more "It’s Game-Time: Democratic Debate “Power Hour” (Wednesday night edition)"
How do I comprehend Love Gifted by someone so beyond my worth; And yet you deem me worthy. Now worth is what I see.Read more "Acceptance"
My Passion and Your Intensity (what a truly, unfortunate duo)Read more "Two Pair"
Happy days happen so quickly and keep on coming; Repeating one by one and then another. Life was more simple when I had them numbered.Read more "Happy Days"
I vaguely remember the pursuit of perfection. Long before my thoughts ran amok and lined up in a shared obsession. I think it started around freshman year. My English teacher had a poster behind her desk of a tabby cat clinging by it’s paws to a rope. Written below the cat read the pun, “Hang […]Read more "The Poster Cat"
I am stagnant. My pen hovers over paper for an eternity of minutes, before I decide to write this poorly written sentence. I am stuck. I am stuck in mind, in-paper, in-making, in-thought, In-Life. It’s nonsense. I’m nonsense. Everything is a bullet to me and I dodge bullets. I should let them hit me, or pass me […]Read more "Explode"
Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known. One step, two step, red step, blue step. Blind step, new step. “I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.” His response, “I step. You step.”Read more "Stepping Stones"
I carry my Rubik’s cube everywhere I go. I like the way it feels between my fingers. Smooth. I like the ‘stop and click’ it makes when I twist it. One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist…One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist. [Repeat, repeat]. Sometimes I feel naked, absent, without it. Though I’ve never bothered to actually solve it. […]Read more "Rubik’s Cube"
I watch. I watch through screens. Some are dirty. Some clean. Some are tiny, unseen. Some full of madness so heavy I could scream. Like layers in a dream within a dream within a dream, a movie we’ve all seen. I watch to prove myself. You document. Proof. Poof. Gone. Just like that… In an instant, Time, like […]Read more "I am Time"