I remember driving in my car with you for the first time after unveiling our thoughts, and I had my hand on the gear shift, even though I didn't drive stick, that's just where I rest my hand.And you put on "Dogs" by Page France, and the windows were down and we were going to the beach and you put your hand on top of mine and my heart calmed and I put my palm out and you placed yours against it and our fingers interlocked...

Sometimes she crosses his mind, like when it's raining outside, and it seems a perfect scenario for a movie and some flesh warming. Those early spring mid-nights that arrive so hushed and quiet, begging for the warmth of another's company. It's not a particular 'she' he thinks of but rather more like an amassment of all the women he has ever made contact with. He may have a hatred inside of him for all of these figures, b...

I have lived in this world long enough to gather an understanding of it. I do not remain so ignorant as to think we are the only form of life in this universe. With that fact in mind, it is hard to view any of our minuscule problems as being a "big deal..." we are not worth the planet we have built our species upon. We have not evolved from monkey's...to believe that is to believe that one day cats will evolve into lions,...

She's no sunset in April, she's no beach in September or that moment right before clouds unleashwhere time stands rigid and sounds deleteShe's no flame flickering in December, she's no 70 degrees in Octoberor that instant just before a wave collideswhere the ocean sucks in its sidesShe amends those moments and surpasses all similes metaphors and imaginationShe makes my body didder uncontrollably She makes my stomach dance...

New York, it's time for me to roll over and claim defeatYou've made a hollow broken shell of a man out of meyou've collapsed my lungs, you've cracked my nervesyou've stolen my innocence, you've murdered a childNew York, I'm tired of your $4.15 a gallonyour $10.15 cigarettesyour barbaric police force, your medieval rulesyour traffic and accidents and constant constructionyour overpriced tolls movie tickets food and alcohol...

The world is vastand yet so emptygrime and filth flood these city streetsshaking metalconcrete mazespeople that change less than moon phasesLast skyscraper built decades agoour last attempt to touch God.We have all given upwe all run to greenit lights the streetsit floods these bars where people I went to highschool with flood their mindsto block out their sense of hopelessnessOur world is shelled and hollowed and barrenl...

Stand fast or the world will eat you aliveWith no remorse nor blink of an eyeYou think it gives a shit whether you live or die?Why don’t you off yourself and give it a tryYou’ll find you get more credit dead,The world will spit on you till you can’t even breatheWithout even the courtesy of brushing its teeth.Till all you want is a hot showerWipe away the day’s saliva, hop in bed and cowerWith fear paranoia regret and sham...

"What did the doctor say?” “Nothing yet…he said he’ll have information for us soon.” “Oh…” We all put our heads back down. The last 4 hours were torture; sitting in the hospital lobby, watching all the sick people go in and out, and nurses shouting, and IV machines tick tock ticking. We knew our father had Lymphoma…we just didn’t know what the prognosis would be. How much time did he have left? Was it curable? Was he goin...

I am from a small town on Long Island From New York City and taxi cabs I'm from rocky beaches, fast food chains and 711's I am from lilac colored flowers that were her favorite I am from that Japanese maple in the backyard I am from fruity pebbles and orange fall leaf's I am from scrambled eggs and buttered toast in my grandma and grandpas old house I am that smell of incense, the smoke rising out and the warmth that it b...

I feel lost...like I don't know where to be placed or how to set myself up for happiness. Like being in a constant state of abandonment Like my existence is nothing more than an accident A misplaced seed that grew before it could be stopped A racing piece of sperm that couldn't be blocked I exist, but I really might as well not. There had to be better seeds. Like I wonder what it is I am even for I come in I go out throug...

Someone once asked me why I never write in the perspective of a woman. If the popular saying amongst writers is "write what you know," then that'll be your goddamn answer. I don't know. Am I just too lazy to do a little research? Probably. To me, no amount of research will arrive to conclusive data anyway. A woman's mind is equivalent to a Labyrinth with only one entry point and less exits. Does that make them horrible? N...

Christmas isn't the same anymore...it hasn't been the same in a long time. But this year...something about this year that was just so...terrifying, awful, disappointing. The house outside doesn't light up...not like it used to. My father used to be out there the day after Thanksgiving...it's 5 days before Christmas...still no lights. I'd do it myself but...I'm pretty sure he threw them out...and what's the point really? I...

On the train to the city we see a bunch of kids dressed as elfs, Santa Clauses, and slutty Mrs. Clauses..it's packed...Saturday. An awkward staring fest as to who gets the best seats and who's nice enough to give their seats to a lady and stand the whole time. Then get this....a couple a more kids in Santa outfits come, sporting a 12 pack of bud light. America: drunk Santa Clauses....for the kids, you know? They might as...

I was sitting on a curb on some random city street with 3 duffle bags full of what I believed to be the most important things in my life. In reality, it was all just clothing...some clothing I don't even wear anymore...and a couple of CD's that I considered to be a part of me. You ever have somebody yelling and crying at you while you're trying to pack your belongings? You sorta leave things that you should of packed, and...

I think I finally understand now that there is something wrong with me; the ways I over analyze everything. The doctor tells me otherwise. She says all these nice things like I shouldn’t be so sad because I’m an "extremely cute boy;" things my mother can tell me. She's always laughing and telling me how lucky I am to be so cute and to have such a good personality. I can’t help but wonder if she would still tell me these t...