If school doesn't stress you out, then you are not doing it
right. Exams on top of exams, papers on top of papers, bullshit assignments
piled on all for just a simple piece of paper. We should not be stressing this
hard over this shit. Grades do not prove a person’s worth. Just because I
failed a quiz or a test, just because my GPA isn't to a certain liking does not
make me any less of a human being. We are all valuable in our own ways. Just
because I didn't dress up for a job fair or a job interview does not mean that
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. If you judge me based on my appearance
and not what I can bring to the table, that just makes you a shitty person. Just
some food for thought I guess...
Monday, November 24, 2014
The Eye in the Sky
Pale white skin, battle wounds and beauty marks surround
your angelic frame, such a shame.
No one understands you yet everyone has fallen in love
with you.
Those around you are of an enlightened stature, they bask
in the glow of your preciousness just as you bask in theirs.
A sigh of relief and warmth escapes any being that dares
look at you. Majestic, Methodic, Orgasmicaly Hypnotic.
Your mere presence illuminates my soul.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Look At Her
I may not know much about her but I know that she’s
mentioned after each peddle
Gets removed from all dozen and a half red flowers.
Stern expression hits her face,
I wonder if she see me looking at her?
Perfume, strong but sweet, kissed my nostrils like
cartoon steam.
Her eyes majestic spaces filled with wonderment,
A smile that astonishes,
A mind full of intellect and beauty
And a body that follows it.
Sense of style that anyone could fall in love with.
A laugh, charismatic and joyous
A voice, angelic and boisterous
I’m captivated by her mere presence
And I can’t help it but something about her has me
contemplating.
Vivid thoughts of what would happen if I told her
everything
I’m feeling at this exact moment.
Feelings of feeling complete and I know I may be jumping
the gun at this second
But I can’t help but mention that her mere essence is
something so precious.
Something special that burrows itself deep inside of my
mind…
Sunday, October 12, 2014
The Girl with the Glasses
I saw you from a distance. Straight locks of
brownish-blackish hair just resting past your shoulders. Glasses placed on your
forehead, eyes tired after what I can only assume was a long day. Smile slowly
fading, tough times cloud your judgment, stress levels over 9000. The little
time it took from laughing and joking around to my mind consumed with images of
your smile was surprising even for me. Even last night when I was completely
inebriated, I couldn’t help but think of you and what you were up to. Maybe it
was the feeding off of the goofiness from one another or the fact that you’re totally
different than everyone else and I know I say that a lot but this is the first
time I’ve meant it. You have an interesting mentality, the go all or go home
attitude, what started off as fun quickly turned competitive, basketball games
tend to do that. I’m corrupted by the corpses of past relationships but when I
look at you it feels like we’re in sync. Swimming towards positive things,
hearts on our sleeves, time on our wrists, and I promise you that if/when we
eventually do become something, I will fight to maintain it. I believe that we
can really be something special.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Hunger For More
A friend of mine refused to eat the remainder of a pizza
because there was no pepperoni on it. She said that a pizza without pepperoni
is just bread with cheese, so I told her that “we are poor college kids.”
Sometimes you have to fucking worry about eating because you are one, watching your
money and two, trying to finish all of your assignments on time while trying to
have a social life and decent sleep schedule, you have no time to eat and when
you do it’s all bad shit. My roommate has had at least 2-4 all nighters; I have
gone with no sleep once in my lifetime and I barely functioned. I can’t even
imagine going to class and trying to take a quiz. I praise people that can do
that because they are striving for what they want to achieve even if it means hallucinating due to lack of zzz's. The poor diet of
a college kid is due to the levels of stress going into their body. Why else
would energy drinks and Top Ramen be a part of the meal plan? I knew that
school would push me to my limit but is this shit supposed to take this big of
a toll on you?
Monday, September 22, 2014
Near Death
If I wouldn't have moved out of the way, I wouldn't be here
right now. And it wasn't even like we were in the dark and everything, we had
flashlights; the other cars moved out of the way just fine but that damn truck.
I almost fucking died last night. I almost got hit by a fucking truck, if I wouldn't have
followed my friend, I would've definitely been hit, head on. Hell if I would've
been an inch out, I would've been side-swiped. And as if I didn't already hate Ford enough, it just so happened to be an F-150 that almost ran me down. Near death
experiences are fucking terrifying…
Monday, September 15, 2014
Raise My Body from the Ground
An ordinary day, a clouded mind, multiple thoughts cascading
down my mental ladder. Tired of work, tired of reading, tired of multiple
assignments at once. Words fill the page; the ink in the pen is running low as
words keep filling the page. Characters and settings to memorize, poetry to
analyze, consistent homework for three days now. Three days. I’m not tired physically;
my psyche is the one with the fucking problem. I’m drained emotionally and I
don’t know why. Call it being homesick, call it lack of human contact in the
sense that I tend to go straight from my room to class then back to my room and
shut myself away usually to do homework, or you can call it just one of those
damn days. I’m just tired and sure I could partake in shit that’ll help me but
those things would just change the topic only for me to come rushing back to
everything all over again. An ordinary day, a clouded mind. A clouded day, an
ordinary mind…
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Just Another Day
For the first time ever, I’m away from the family on my birthday.
And it feels weird. Not only weird because it’s on a Monday, not only because I’m
not really going to be able to celebrate it, and not even because I didn't
really celebrate it this weekend, all I did the entire time was homework. It
feels weird because I don’t feel like it’s my birthday; it feels like just
another day to me. Nothing special is happening, no cake, no presents, at least
perhaps not until next weekend when Mother Dear comes to visit but for the
meantime it’s just another start of the week, another day of class and
homework, another day of life passing by.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Like Fine China
I know nothing about her except for her first name. I don’t
know what she likes or what she hates; I don’t know anything about her life or
her faith. I know nothing of her past or her present but if I get enough
courage to actually say something, I could be a part of her future. I know
nothing about her except for what she looks like. Beautiful eyes and a damn
adorable smile. She likes to travel or so I believe. She exceeds in passion or
so I imagine. What’s her creativity like? Will we be able to compare mine to
hers and see if they’re in sync? I know nothing about her except for the sound
of her voice. Soft and orchestral, her laugh contagious like the flu and I
wouldn’t mind catching said sickness. I’ve only exchanged few words with her
but I’ll be damned if I didn’t think about her afterwards. I know nothing about her except for the fact that she hasn’t
stopped running laps in my mind for almost a full day, I don’t see her stopping
for a break anytime soon and I’ve never been more ok with that. I welcome it
actually…
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Tell the Reaper Come and Get Me
I have written about drugs, sex, and violence.
I have been in and out of love.
I have helped deceive and have been deceived.
I have had horrible thoughts swimming inside of my mind.
I will throw you under the bus and hold your head underwater
kick you while you’re down and proceed to bury your body.
I have had the feeling of my soul being empty
I helped one person cheat on their significant other, on
their anniversary.
I was rude to certain people at certain times.
I judged certain people at certain times.
I swear like a sailor.
I am dedicated and determined.
I am not overly cocky.
I will often get drunk specifically to write.
I used to see women as objects for no specific reason.
Now I love them for their minds, their intriguing way of thinking, and their
personalities.
I used to care about what people thought about me, now I
could give two shits about their opinion towards me because I know who I am and
what I stand for and I know my strengths and barely know my weaknesses.
My heart is worth triple the amount that my physical
appearance is worth.
I speak with a sober mind but spill out intoxicated
words.
I speak the truth and rarely find it any other way.
I’d rather have you hate me for being honest than to go
about the day lying to you.
Judge me on my past, my writing, or my character if you
must, I know that my heart is made out of gold because of my mistakes. They
have made me who I am…
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Dear Mama
Being away from home is a real strange feeling. Not waking
up in my own room, not being able to see my best friend Odie, feels just odd.
Not being close to the family, close to my mom it’s so weird. I’m luckily close
to my brother but considering he’ll be working most of the time, I’ll only get
to see him once in a while. But I know that I’m here for a reason. I’m here to
continue my educational life and succeed, all the while making the family proud.
So even though it’ll bring me down from time to time, even though a sudden rush
of homesickness will hit at random intervals, I am here for not only myself,
not only the family, but I am here for her. The lady that has provided so much
love and support and knowledge. The lady that held me when I hurt or cried that
shared multiple laughs and that yelled at me or called me out on stupidity. I
am here for her; I am doing this for my mom.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Increasing Your Heart Rate
Her hand clutched the back of my head as I was in between
her legs giving the downstairs neighbor a wicked tongue lashing. The actions
that transpired that night are blurry due to possibly the few beers, the
excitement, or the fact that all the blood from my head headed south. It wasn’t
just kissing and touching nor was it the penetrating and sweating. It was more
than that, it was the conversation we had prior, the kisses to her forehead,
the listening to music that made us feel something in that moment. It was the
way our eyes kept meeting in between sentences and we couldn’t help but smile,
it was the clothes she was wearing then not wearing. It was her laughter, the
stupid jokes, the look on her face while she was on top of me and I thrust
myself further inside of her. Hitting the exact target, the spot that made her
clutch my shoulders and dig her nails into my chubby limb. It wasn’t just about
her eyes or her hair or her ass. It wasn’t about the sex, it was about her and me
just being fucking together and being just one solid unit. It was about leaving
all of the bullshit behind, forgetting about the outside world for a split
second and just concentrating on the synchronized movement of our bodies as we
came closer and closer to that one last powerful moan, the final thrust, the
grabbing her gently and laying her down on her back and kissing her the whole
way down. See it was more than just sex; it was the passion and romance. It was
about sealing whatever our relationship was even if it was only a temporary
contract. It was about love...
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
I Apologize for my Gender
Dear Ladies,
I apologize for my gender for treating you like pieces of
meat. For treating the ones who are deemed “sexy” like something they think
they can just put their dick in and those that are deemed “ugly” like trash. I
apologize for them treating you like property and not like a human being. I’m
sorry for all the bullshit cat calling and misogyny and for thinking that you
all are nothing but items on a menu at Popeye’s.
I apologize for the abuse: sexual, physical, and mental. I
apologize for those dirtbags who have taken advantage of you and the system fucks
up every time and answered the deed with “boys will be boys.” No woman should
have to go through that, I truly am sorry. What I’ve realized over the past
couple of months that news has hit where men take drastic, mostly deadly
measures against those women who “rejected” them is that the male group of
humanity is fucking crazy. Now I’ll admit I have my temper when it comes to
certain things and yes back in high school, I was one of those guys that chose
body over brain any day and I would get rejected constantly but I wouldn’t hate
the girls who did it, I would continue to be a good friend and step off with my
advances. As I matured, I realized that
I admired the hell out of the female mind, it’s fascinating up there. Comedian
Donald Glover once said in a stand up, “you know why you never hear a crazy
boyfriend story? Because if you have a crazy boyfriend, you’re gonna die.” I
mean everyone gets rejected, it’s fucking life. That’s no reason to go ape shit
and kill people. The streets shouldn’t be covered in blood because a couple of assholes can't handle a tiny rejection. I’m sorry for all the bullshit that you have to deal with
from men. I’m sorry they place you below them, when if we as a gender think
about it, we all came from women. Without our mothers, grandmothers, etc we
wouldn’t be jack shit. So why would we as men, treat the opposite sex badly or
treat anyone badly for that matter? What the hell do we have to gain from it? We should be praising women for all they do.
However this is just my opinion, I was always brought up to respect women…
Monday, June 30, 2014
Paint Me as a Villain/Problem with Authority
If
I saw every manager and supervisor I've ever encountered, I’d burn them alive by mixing battery acid
into their gin and tonic, I've got a problem with authority. I have a problem with authority and not all authority but
more work related. I have a problem with getting treated like I don’t fucking
matter, that I’m below everyone, and I’m sure a lot of people feel like this
but I can’t speak for them. I have a problem with authority in the sense that
if I made a mistake that I know I made, don’t rub it in my face. Let’s be
mature about this shit and move on. Don’t keep going and then be fucking
surprised when my tone of voice becomes stern and serious because you decided
you wanted to keep repeating whatever lame ass thing you were saying about the
said mistake made. And I understand that my tone may come out stronger than
anticipated so I will apologize, even though I don’t feel like I was in the
wrong because I mean who the fuck likes getting picked on and talked down to? Don’t
be a dickhead about my apology either. If I’m man enough to apologize, don’t
accept it yet continue to spout off some nonsense that you think will “make me
feel bad.” When in reality, I could give two fucks about what you think or what
you have to say. They
say never bite the hand that feeds you and I totally agree yet don’t be
surprised when you mistreat what you’re feeding and then it suddenly bites off
your leg from the knees. Weird rant I know but this damn job has officially gotten to
me. 4 more weeks and I’m done.
Monday, June 23, 2014
I'm Killing Me Trying to Kill You
I’m fighting the urge to call you even though I know if I
do, you’ll just ignore it because, well because it’s me calling. I want
to brag about the multiple women I have slept with just to prove to you that
all of your bullshit has evaporated from my mind but in reality it’s all just
fantasies and internet porn, hell I even began to have imaginary sex with my
non-realistic red-headed curvaceous dorm mate who just so happened to greet me,
naked. To my shock, the school had co-ed dorms which isn’t really shocking but
when your dorm mate is that crazy gorgeous well then shit. Anyways, I want it
to eat at you that shit has improved on my end. Like twins I want it to burn
you like acid reflux when I ingest the deliciousness that is her spit. I want
it to sting when I prick my finger on a motherfucking thorn except when I do I
can’t help but vomit up the amount of tequila that you drank from the night
before. Oftentimes, I pass by the mirror and see you on the other side,
modeling some skimpy lingerie for some no nut having sack of shit that doesn’t
even deserve you. More times than I’d like to admit, I’ll jerk forward or
backward and I know that there’s nothing I can do about it but just wait for it
to cease, I can however scream in agony that “this Fucking has to stop!” I want
you to feel how bad it was to think, to breathe, hell to feel. I want you to
forever picture what could’ve been and not what the hell is, I want you to
remember those times you talked to me about your relationship troubles and all
the sexual things you would tell me about the two of you and how my fucked up
mentality would make the scenario that much more realistic. I want you to know
about these things because when it was just the two of us, it was everything to
me, but now it’s just nothing to you…
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Grateful
I came home from a tough day at work beaten and sore and I couldn't help but think of my old man who would bust his ass everyday to provide for his family. Sure some days were easier than others but the goal was always the same, it's not just for you but for those you love as well. Thanks for the life lessons, Pop...
Monday, May 19, 2014
Things to Offer
I’m moderately good looking, I have a big stomach, better
yet I have a decent amount of fluff to me. I have a great smile, decent hair
and beard, I have tattoos and piercings, I have only 2 reviewers who say my
four play skills are fantastic and my sexual moves aren't too shabby either, so
I’m not sure if I have anything to offer
I've been
fired from 2 jobs over some bullshit (food poisoning for one and I forgot the
other) and have spent the better part of a year and a half looking for a job
meaning my only source of income is doing odd jobs (i.e.
cleaning family houses, driving grandma places, babysitting, etc) so I’m not sure if I have
anything to offer.
I’m gullible
at times, I’m very honest not enough to hurt anyone’s feelings but if you ask
me what’s on my mind, I’ll tell you the truth. I’m a comic book nerd but more
in the sense that I admire superheroes and villains and their stories yet have
only read about 10 actual comic books in my lifetime. I’m passionate about
writing and art and all things creative. The creativity in human beings is
remarkable and I technically feed off of it. I drink on occasion; I smoke on
occasion, sometimes both on the same occasion. I love music and watching movies
and TV. I belong to specific fandoms. I’m a lover not a fighter. I cook and
clean. I give my heart to whoever is willing to accept it, what they do with it
is up to them. I’m a man’s best friend type of guy. I love women and I damn sure
respect them. I’m a sap when it comes to romantic-esque situations. Last but
not least, if I call you beautiful, even though you may not think you are, I
damn sure think so and then some. Even if you have scars or stretch marks or
hate how your hair gets poofed up in humidity, I don’t care if you’re big or
small, what color eyes or what color hair, none of that matters to me and no
other girl will be able to match your unique beauty. So again I’m not really
sure if I have anything to offer you.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Things We Treasure
Even though
we've never actually met face to face, I can swear we’ve known each other for years.
The way we sync up on a mentality level is really the basis of our intriguing
relationship. I do hope that when we finally do meet, she’ll love being around
me. I mean personality wise, she’s fond of me mainly because she’s mentioned it
a couple of times but I feel that when we meet, something will come together
like puzzle pieces and it’ll just feel great. I do hope that with my random
tangents or extensions in conversation that I am not coming across as that one
guy who won’t shut the hell up. I mean she makes me a better person and not
even in a romantic way or in the “I have a goal concerning her” type of way,
more like in the way that we’re able to cheer each other up and just have a
great time within the words written in our back and forth messages. I think
about her a lot and again nothing sexual or romantic but more along the lines
of “I wonder if she’s alright, I hope her day is going well, when she says no
one treats her like I do, I can’t help but wonder why no one can see how cool
she is, etc.” And sure maybe we click so well due to our similarities but maybe
our differences add to that factor as well. She’s a very special girl who I
care for dearly, I can safely say that I got her back and she damn sure has
mine even if for the moment, it’s within the confines of our cell phone
screens.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Words, Things, and What-not
I speak the
truth, there are those that take it with a grain of salt, it’s honestly the way
I talk, though words are never catching fault. Pronunciation and exploitation
along with the way different people phrase and say them, turn words into a
sexual type of thing. For example, “I’m going to kill myself but maybe browse
the holy book of psalms and maybe I’ll just heal thyself and spread this luck
of potential wealth or turn a fucking phrase or two and wind up back at the
gates of hell.” Words are poetic, a little hectic; they provide rhyme and
reason or sometimes just some info to get you from that to this. Words can keep
you guessing but there’s always a twist: Jack was nimble and he was quick,
there was a Cat in a Hat, and Wayne Brady threatened to choke a bitch. This
girl with an accent simply asked me a question causing me to turn brainless for
just a few seconds. My brain sits intoxicated as it thinks of the many places
that I have vividly contemplated, it really is quite amazing. And she is quite
amazing, not someone in particular but as a whole, the female race. Just filled
with wonderment and astonishment, something we can all admire, each writing
their own fears and dreams and being able to publish it. See, words aren’t just
in books and poems or the cover of a magazine. Words are beauty and art and
everything we envision them to be. Words are powerful and magical. You can
destroy planets and yet build universes with them. That’s why I write because
words are beautiful and hurtful. They can be anything you want them to be.
Thoughts From A Balcony
If I
plummet to the ground by hopping over this shady railing, I’ll be giving up
this wonderful sight that I am currently inhaling. A horizon of such
brightness, where my future has been decided as if it’s written within the
confines of my own subconscious. Pages fly past me, bright lights keep
flashing, I’m so fucking high…off life that I can’t stop being happy. Beauty
all around me, from the people walking down below to the graffiti in the
alleys. The sun burns bright like 10 crack pipes being lit under the bridge off
of Distortion Pike, a sinful place known for the corrupted cops and it’s
walkers of the night. Birds and planes soar high above the sky where clouds
show a rendition of a fatal drive-by. As darkness covers every part of the
city, beautiful beams of light come from each and every building. The world is
a wonder and I know some of it is evil, there’s amazement in its nature and all
the bullshit you have to see through. I look on the positive side of the spectrum
so that my self-investment remains as such. Finding the strong amongst the
gritty, the truth amongst the pity, I've chosen my path correctly. As I stare
out towards the sky, incredible visions catch my eyes, for these are but simple
thoughts from a balcony.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
10 Words or Less
I can’t even kiss someone, especially drunk without
thinking…
Even if the tension had been building, I can’t stop
thinking…
Maybe it’s because I was there for her…
Maybe she wanted to return the favor…
Maybe I surprised her with not being like most guys…
And it’s not like we had just met…
This was a 4 day ordeal…
And sure we flirted back and forth but…
Why the fuck did it have to happen whilst drunk?
She obviously didn't remember, but I can’t stop
forgetting…
Memories of her face, the way her lips tasted…
Scrumptious lip balm mixed with vodka…
We were both fucked up yet I clearly remember…
Maybe I’m just thinking too much about it…
Maybe it was all just a drunken occurrence…
Then why is it, no matter how hard I try…
I can’t get the images out of my head?
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Thoughts Can't Breathe
A cloudy mind mixed with alcohol is a dangerous thing.
Drunk, not actually with alcohol but with my own thoughts. Drunk on multiple
scenarios concerning not only myself but those around me. Friends who often
times feel down and family who often times are stumped both financially and
emotionally. I myself am battling images of past infatuations and the thought
of being alone for quite some time yet I don’t know if it’s because I truly
want to be in a relationship or if I just want the companionship and not just
with any generic thing but that member of the opposite sex who you’re close
with. The person who has your back just how you have there’s, the person that
you can talk to about life or love or why as kids we didn’t realize that the
cartoons we used to watch were written by a bunch of stoners. The person that
isn’t family but more a part of your close-knit team. The person you can go to
when shit doesn’t go right that day and they’ll greet you with open arms. I
know that sounds like any ol generic friend but I don’t know maybe I’ve just
been out of the loop for too long. Or maybe I do indeed need that sincere
relationship that could possibly change things.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
I'm Still F*cking With You
I can’t stop thinking about you. When I’m sober or when I’m
drunk as all fuck, you’re the only person that comes to mind. And I ask myself
why? Like fuck I get it, you were a big part of what made me, well me but it’s
been ages and I still can’t help but think of every fucking event that happened
between us. And sure maybe some of them weren’t so great or nothing too magical
happened but I’ll be damned if that doesn’t stop me from thinking of you. I
wish I could make it stop but that’s not going to happen anytime soon which
will eventually cause me some fucked up trauma but at the same time I need to
let it in to grow as a person, I guess. Now I wish you all the best and hope
your life turns out great but for the meantime just know that my mind will from
to time think of all of the shit that we went through and I’ll be somewhat
grateful while at the same time question my fucking subconscious as to why it’s
showing me images of your fucking gorgeous eyes and smile. Damn…
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I Come in Peace
I always wonder if I’m the type of guy to be labeled as
creepy by the opposite sex. Am I a stalker? No. Do I randomly text girls who I
think are friends yet we only talk every once in a while with me basically
starting the conversation? Absolutely. Am I the type of guy to be straight
forward with a girl yet compliment her as well? Damn Skippy. But maybe that’s
what makes me creepy. Maybe it’s the fact that I care about people which in
turn is how I turned out to be a good listener. I like being a shoulder for
others, I’m a giver I guess you could say but again maybe that’s what makes me
creepy. If conversations do tend to happen with a girl, aside from the usual “getting
to know one another,” nothing changes. I don’t ask for naked pictures, no figuring
out whether you’re trying to “fuck or not.” I don’t play that stupid shit; I’m
more of the type of person to analyze and respect your mentality and personality before
anything else. Maybe it’s the fact that I love women. They fascinate me and not
just the sexual/ body language aspect of it. I mean human beings in general; we're some fascinating fucking creatures. What I mean is I respect women, do I understand
them however? Hell no but I am a guy so how could I? So I feel as though I’m
considered a creeper to the opposite sex although I can’t help but wonder why?
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Everything I Do
Forgive me for anything negative in my past and forgive me
for any shit that may happen in the future. I am only a man better yet I am only human. The love I will have for you will only be for you. Even though I’m
a hopeless romantic and I’ve had crushes on multiple girls, no matter which
girl it was, my attention was always towards her. It didn’t matter if other
girls tried to get my attention or if I talked to girls that were merely friends;
my line of sight was always aiming at her. I dedicate my time to her. Every
story, every piece of this puzzle we call life, all of it just fascinates me.
The fact that she’s family and goal oriented matches up with everything I’m
about. Future lady of my dreams here is the point of all of this, if we are
together I may occasionally talk to other women and not in a sexual manner, I
may occasionally not say the right thing but you will be the only one who I’ll
cook for, who I’ll be a goofy jackass with, and who I’ll show my undying love
for. That is unless it’s the real deal, we get married, and we have a daughter
together because then you’ll have to share with her.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Time of Death
Almost 10 hours ago, a very dear friend of mine passed away.
Her name was Blue, she was a Blue Tick Hound and she was only 8 years old.
Blue, I just want to say that I’m sorry that you had to go so soon. I hope you
enjoyed your time with us. We did our absolute best to provide a great home for
you. I hope you know how much we love you and how much we’ll miss you and even
though I would sometimes yell at you like any companion does from time to time, you were a fantastic dog and an
incredible friend. Say Hi to my dad for us. Rest Easy Girl.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Leave You Alone
I’m haunted by my memories. The memories of us, the
memories of you. Your smile, your laugh, the look you would give me, the
sparkle in your eye that gave me a hint as to what you were feeling. Every hug,
every kiss, every little bit of warmth that was caused by the both of us.
But I have to leave it alone.
I’m haunted by the stories we shared with each other.
Stories of past mistakes and future goals, tales of our ambitious mentalities
and how we wouldn’t stop until we achieved everything. Thrilling pleasantries
of what we would do with each other if the cards that we were dealt were played
correctly.
But I have to leave it alone.
I’m haunted by the expressions on your face when my
fingers decided to explore every part of your body. The explicit moans, the
awe-inspiring gasps, the joyous shivers and the content smile. The playful yet
rough force of our lips touching as clothes were ripped off and skin was
beginning to show.
But I have to leave it alone.
I’m haunted by everything that happened between us, all
sexual acts aside, what we had was unique. It was comforting and wonderful and
intriguing. We were cranium over toes for each other and yet neither of us
could fully understand it. I’m haunted by our time together, by our past, by what we
were, and most of all by you.
But I somehow have to leave you alone…
Friday, February 7, 2014
Perhaps They Are Not Stars...
In 5 years many things have happened, both good and bad but
the one thing that never changes is the love I have for you. The fact that I
miss you on a daily basis and also the fact that even though it barely shows, I
am working my hardest to make you proud. Perhaps that is why I always feel the
need to share these little messages with you on a yearly basis. Perhaps the
work your two kids are putting into achieving their goals is proof that they
are dead set on getting a thumbs up. Perhaps that is why the higher power
decided to take you away from us. I was mad for quite some time about that but I
now understand that you need to be up there to watch over us, to lend an ear
when things get rough and to somehow give out a few beat downs when we act out.
And even though I understand why you were taken, I still have the right to be
sad. I love you Pop and I miss you and I will see you again someday but for the
meantime I’ll be looking up at the stars where I’ll see that big goofy smile
shining bright, reassuring us that you’re ok.
Friday, January 10, 2014
Short Story : 606
Change of plans, instead of actually showing you bits and pieces from the upcoming book. I'll be showing a few random short stories first, only 2 or fewer people have actually read said stories so I want you guys to go all out and be my critics, let me know what worked, what didn't work, etc. This story is not going in my book it was just an assignment I had in my writing class that I wrote a while ago that I developed into my own odd/sickening creation. Enjoy!
606
By Richard
Gonzalez
The
screech from the tires of the 18 wheeler still buzzed around in my mind. It had
been over a month and I still couldn’t seem to get an ounce of sleep. The
visions continued to haunt my life. The noises that filled my world were enough
to make me gladly accept a straight jacket and a padded room. Sounds of glass
and metal shattering and people screaming for their lives. It had been one whole
damn month and my mind refused to fuck with me.
It
was a casual Wednesday morning. The sun was beaming and it was a good 82
degrees outside. I was headed towards Centreville to purchase some supplies.
The landscaping company I owned was doing fantastic especially considering it
was mulch/ spring cleaning season. I pulled into my favorite little food
establishment on route 606. A little diner that would make the best sandwiches,
only now it’s a parking spot for the neighboring business. A Gatorade in one
hand and a steak, egg, and cheese bagel in the other hand, I guess made that
morning that much better.
Pulling
out of the diner, going at the normal pace, the only real thing on my mind was
just how beautiful the weather was that day. A grey Prius, somewhat new except
for the empty space where the left brake light should be, decided to cut me
off. Whatever this jackass’ problem was that he was in such a rush wasn’t going
to beat another successful week, landscaping wise anyways. Crossing the small
bridge on 606, all I really remember saying was “Oh Shit!”
The
grey Prius swerved onto incoming traffic with no hesitation. As I pressed on my
brake pedal, damn near smashing my foot all the way through the floor of my
truck a la Flintstones style, I was almost hit from the back by the few cars
behind me. They stopped in time to witness the grey Prius play chicken with a
red Target 18 wheeler. As both cars impacted, the driver of the Prius went
flying through the windshield. The front grills of each car became mangled mesh
of metal. The front right tire of the Prius popped off and hopped over the
barricade of the bridge, swan diving into the river. The grey hood slammed into
the windshield of the Prius, causing the remaining glass to be shattered in the
process. The front half of the Prius was being devoured by the mouth of the 18
wheeler.
Airbags
deployed immediately after impact. The driver of the 18 wheeler was knocked out
cold. The driver of the grey Prius was dead. Swallowed along with his car by
the 18 wheeler. It wasn’t until the police showed up and the cars pulled apart
that we could fully see the carnage. His head and upper body were engulfed in
the mangled metal of both grills. Blood and chunks of meat were laid out all
over the pavement and remains of the Prius.
His
mid section remained wrapped around the hood of his car, with both feet planted
firmly on the steering wheel. His entrails were laid out perfectly on the hot
gravel making a sizzling sound as if a barbeque were to be had. When the police
and medical examiners forcefully removed the upper body remains of the Prius’
driver, the grotesque scene of his head being caved into his neck was something
that no one should ever see. Especially due to the fact that a few of his teeth
and one of his eyeballs were inserted into one of the multiple cuts surrounding
his neck.
Everyone
got out of their cars hesitant at first. No words were said at least not until
the police showed up and even then it was difficult to get a word out of
anyone’s mouth. After a few hours of questioning the driver of the 18 wheeler
while he was getting looked at by the medics, my time to get the good cop/bad
cop routine came. Considering I was behind the guy, they thought I could
provide some sort of Intel. But I was too baffled and distraught from what the
hell just happened that the cops withdrew their questions. Plus, considering I
didn’t know the guy there was no way I was going to be much help.
I
got home and just hugged my wife who had the strangest look on her face, I
guess due to me being home after I had just left. But after I told her what
happened we just sat in silence for a while contemplating on the poor driver of
the grey Prius. Every chance I had of sleeping dissolved. Hours passed of me
tossing and turning, picturing the mangled mess that was left of the Prius’
driver. It came down to taking Ambien and Lunesta by the handfuls, yet that
didn’t help with my problem. After about the first week, I started downing a
couple of pills a night with a beer or two just to see if I was somehow able to
pass out. Luckily one night I was able to sleep like a rock but that’s when the
nightmares started happening. My dreams were always of the crash with a few
tweaks added. Often times the grey Prius would go over the bridge and fall into
the river. Other times the driver would simply walk out of the crash without a
scratch and just go on a full blown rampage to try and end his life all over
again.
The
most vivid one I remember didn’t even have to do with the crash but with the
diner. I remember walking in, making my order, and heading towards the drinks.
A man with a red hat and a green sleeveless jacket walked in. From the cuts and
bruises all over his arms, this guy must’ve been in one hell of a scrap last
night. He had a poorly trimmed beard and bags under his eyes with the most
hateful expression on his face. The only thing he kept mumbling was “today is
the day.” Over and over again, even when the cashier tried to make small talk
those were the only words that escaped his mouth. Everyone in the diner felt
quite uneasy; as we watched him exit he got into his car, a grey Prius and just
sat there staring down almost as if praying to whoever he worshiped.
I
proceeded to get out of the diner, turn on the radio and take a bite out of my
delicious meal. I guess the guy was waiting for someone to leave. The real
reason I mainly remember this dream is due to him not cutting me off in it. I
passed the bridge with ease, even passed by the 18 wheeler. Through my
rearview, I could see the grey Prius hauling ass. With a loud bang, I saw a
giant explosion which not only took out the driver of both the Prius and the 18
wheeler but it destroyed the entire bridge and anyone who was crossing it. The
sudden tremble of the “bomb” going off caused me to wake up instantly.
Most
nights I would wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air almost in the exact same
fashion that most nightmare sequences go down in movies. I tried keeping my
mind occupied to the best of my ability but to no avail. I kept thinking to
myself “why would somebody end their life? Not just that but why would somebody
want to do it, in the likely chance that it would hurt others?” I once read a
blog post in which the author said, “Suicide is a permanent solution to a
temporary problem.” We all have our demons; I guess the driver’s demon caught
up to him.
Going
back to my usual routine was quite difficult. The whole aspect of going to
somebody’s house to do landscaping work didn’t fill me with the joy it used to.
Everything the workers did was always wrong and not timed perfectly. On top of
that I kept getting horrible hallucinations and hearing tires screeching. I
remember one day, we were planting some flowers for a lawyer at his gorgeous
home. One of the workers tossed a couple of the shovels down on the ground so
that we could dig. A piece of dry dirt from the shovel jumped up from the
impact and hit me on the cheek. I looked him dead in the eye and well to tell
the truth, I blacked out. In my paranoia, I imagined that the dry dirt turned
out to be a piece of meat that flew off of the driver of the grey Prius. I
imagined that as soon as the cars impacted all of the guts and blood that
splashed out from the crash hit me with such fury. I came to screaming, to all
of the other workers looking at me in shock. Apparently, I went off on a huge
tangent about barbequed human flesh and the tattered remains of metal meeting
skin and bones.
I
finally decided to go seek help and talk about everything that I had witnessed.
Due to not wanting to look crazy I decided to seek more family help than
professional help. Luckily, a cousin of mine had a degree in Psychology; boy did
he get an ear full. I told him all of my problems, detailed the crash exactly
how it happened and all of the horrible shit that I saw. I kept going over to
his house a couple of times a month. We eventually switched to forms of
meditation, so that my mind would ease itself out of this traumatic stress.
Slowly
but surely, time eventually helped calm the madness. It’s been one year since
this tragedy happened. It’s hard to block out certain things in life,
especially considering I cross the bridge on route 606 damn near every week.
After that hellish time, it took about two full weeks to finally regain my
sanity and even then it took many more months of meditation to maintain my
psyche. I was able to forget about the accident and the scenery that death
provided for me that day. Even though I still remember every detail of it, my
mind has balanced itself out and although it took some time, I am able to close
my eyes. Yet why is it that I still hear the screeching of those damn tires and
I still can’t get any sleep?
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