the fifties |
I'm sprinting as fast as I can, down the cobble stone road like a child on the first day of summer. Tears run down my face as I think to myself, today is the day. I feel a sense of pride overwhelm me ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:06:00 GMT |
coffee |
I check my watch again to see if I'm late as I rush into the cafe. The door slams against the wall killing the atmosphere. Everybody begins to stare, but I really don't notice because my attention is ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:06:00 GMT |
five years today |
I feel so stupid standing outside your door. Why am I here? That's the question running through my head. I really wish I hadn't knocked. I check the window to reluctantly find out that the lights are ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 01:51:00 GMT |
ATOMIC BOMB |
Its just me and you in a room full of fiends and degenrates. The stars are falling towards the final scene of the final act. There's no where I have to be and I don't nave work in the morning. I'l jus...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 01:28:00 GMT |
money |
I'm standing outside, alone. Golden tears start to run down my cheeks as I try and light the cigarette held gentley by my lips. I could think of a million things I'd rather be doing right now, but the...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 15:17:00 GMT |
new story |
I wait dilligently in a car with the engine on as stare outside of the window. I divert my attention to the radio for a minute as I turn it on and tune it to the proper station. There's only one stat...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 19:53:00 GMT |
unfinished |
I feel like I'm ten feet tall as I stand in front of my dad. I see his mouth moving with such intensity, but I don't hear anything he's saying. I've heard this speech so many times. I've had him point...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 19:53:00 GMT |
best ever |
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 05:53:00 GMT |
what life is all about |
I turn to her and I ask her one last question. Was I worth it? she turns to me and says I that I was her best mistake she has ever made. I could see she was telling the truth. I could see it in her ey...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 04:41:00 GMT |
shit! 2 |
The phone rings in the middle of the night. I stumble around in the dark as I try and reach the phone. My eyes blur to try and focus into the screen of my phone. I don't recognize the number, but I an...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 07:38:00 GMT |
