Tag: life
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The loss of muse
As I slowly become more invested in a young lady I have been dating my muse flees. Perhaps it is truer to say that my muse has shifted its production from whimsical nonsense to sentamental nonsense. There is a market for the sentamental nonsense, but I can’t bear to stoop that low. Here my…
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Short stories from a boarding school
There are many legends of Futurmen. Dallas, infamously hard-headed. Isaac, the hardest worker at avoiding work. Frenchy restrained though not retrained. Yet what of the non-legends? What of those modestly troubled teens? The mediocrity of a life lived in semi-depravity. Allow me to shed some insight on one such boy. Jackson. What shall I say…
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poems by the lakeside
The Glimpse I walked a dry lake bed on a misty day Grey clouds shifted slowly in the sky giving no hit of warmth of sun A thick mist had risen and drifted, cover and uncovering at its whim Skeleton trees reached with their boney fingers trying to grasp the veil Perhaps to wear. It…
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Tied up.
I tie myself to you, I bind with self with words of affection, With subtle touches I draw you in. At first it was threads, small looks, witty jests. Your soul and mine travel the same path. “Here is one I could love,” said my mind. Shoe laces and yarn tied us, closer we grew. …
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Immeasurable.
Who is it that shapes me? Makes me new. Changes the old dead man within, to one of life and youth. What do men see of me? What truth is known of my soul. I am a shadow of what I was meant to be. Greater Men than I have fallen, and greater men fall…
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Sponge Brain.
My mind is like a sponge Under pressure all my thoughts are squeezed out. They run down the drain into my stomach where they reek havoc with my digestion. In gastric intestinal distress I stand, thoughtless, aloof. Thank God for the proverb Even a fool will be thought wise if he keeps his mouth shut.
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Can I make good dialog?
He walked up to his friend. “ Hey, how’s it going?” “ Good.” was the noncommittal reply. There was an awkward silence where they both considered where to go from here. He decided it would be best to end thing as quickly as possible. “ Well cool, see you around.” “ Yeah see you.” He…
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Why I’m right and you’re wrong.
My dear friend. I am right and you are wrong. Read it in the stars, see it written the clouds inscribed on the souls of all those righteous people. How could I be wrong? The world revolves around me. All who disagree shall be cast out of my gracious presence into the outer darkness, where…
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Jealously
Oh you happy couple, your flirtations are not unnoticed, though the public averts their eyes, Your whispers and silent titters, soft touches and gentle kisses They shout to us, scream, call, command. You have a monopoly on happiness, a conner market on joy, You sing to yourself, yet aloud for the world to hear,…
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Sickly
I find myself unwell. enfeebled of mind and body. I recall when I was a child such runny noses and coughs were a part of life coming and going so often that they were barely noticeable. Yet now in adulthood I find they are detrimental to my consistent routine. I snort and gasp and cough…
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