How It Begins

Start-Me. Nowhere. Unconscious. Limitation. Youth. Police. Alternation. Yellow. Outcome.

50 cent. Piece. Collect. Gap. Accused. Virgin. False. Legend.

Zero. Dosage. Dealer. Horror. Repeat. Again. Pressure. Help. Hush. Speak. Softly.

Atmosphere. Smoke. Violin. Strings. Escape. Sixteen. Candles. Monster. Markings. Left.

Pursue. Right. Pocket. Low. Defeat. Vanish. Behind. Disappearing. Going. Going.

Gun. Solution. Gone-Stop.

If Life Had a Point System

If I was given a point for every good deed would I give a little more?
If I lost a point for every time I sinned would I change my ways?
Would I compare myself to those who have many?
Or would I look down on those who have few?
If life gave me rewards for my numerous points and punishments if my points became low,
would I seek the reward or gain a sick pleasure of punishment?
What if life had a point system....

For These Bricks On My Shoulders Will Kill Me

I have many bricks on my shoulders.

They come with me wherever I go and sometimes we share secrets.

Another secret will come along and then comes another brick, perched on my right shoulder.

Many more bricks will join when I tell a lie or just not the whole truth.

My bricks become my friends when I do things the devil smiles upon.

For these bricks on my shoulders are starting to become heavy

and yet, I continue to keep them close.

 

 



Dear Jared

This is the letter that I will never send. First I would like to apologize for the things that I’ve done and the person that I’m not. I’m sorry I have a hard time respecting you. That I sometimes challenge your authority and I don’t like listening to you. I’m sorry that I’m sloppy and I occasionally cry. You don’t believe in crying because it is a weakness.

                I also need to forgive you. Forgive you for leaving me. Forgive you for calling me the mistake that forced you into marrying my mother. I need to forgive you for the names you call me, the bruises you leave, and the emotional scars. I need to let go of the time you refused to come visit me in the hospital. The one you work at. You were only two floors away and didn’t want to see me. I was scared and hurt and I needed a father.

                I needed a father on every first day of school when a father sends their child off with their blessing and a hug. I needed you on my second day of high school when I heard the news that my little sister was diagnosed with cancer. I needed you to provide me with food and necessities when you and mom were tending to her. That neglect forced me into having to find a job, live with other people, sneak an apple into my pocket at Wal-mart just to eat.

                I want to stay angry at you. I want to never speak to you again. But I know that if I do I will never be at peace. I know the memories you left me with will haunt me more than it will affect you because you don’t care. So I will forgive you but I can’t forget how you crippled me.

Now this, this is not life it's death

The reality of this is, no one is going to save water. This means that your death is going to come slowly, and you know it. So take those last laps around the big fish bowl because you're just one fish No one in their right mind is going to save water for just one fish. So enjoy the room temperature water while you can and maybe get some fresh water plants to lighten your spirits. Because truth is, you are going to die.

Hello Life? It's me.

So here’s the thing, you’re unpleasant. I’m going to be straight up I think you’re bipolar. I think you are too high and mighty to manipulate, too critical. You make me a little uneasy, a little insecure.

 I’m knocking on your mahogany hand carved door asking for a break, maybe some time off. But you being “the boss” tell me to suck it up and keep going. You tell me to push through my shift, stay positive, and keep working hard.

How do you expect me to stay positive? My feet hurt; I’m tired, and am almost to the point where I enjoy complaining about it.

But then after that shift you decide to hand me a drink and give me that $0.10 raise as a pick-me-up. Then awkwardly mention, after I thank you, that I’ll need to pay for the drink that is now opened and half empty. Empty like my pocket because you just took back the $0.10 raise you gave me.

This is because you are a bastard. Without you I’d be homeless so instead I frown, maybe shed a tear from your impoliteness.

The point to this is that I’m sincerely asking you to ease up and give me the drink, free of charge.