My thoughts, sprinkle images throughout the dayDon’t stop, never stop, always in motionGet up. I have a headache Oh I have to shit, brush my teethGet dressed, what am I gunna wear?Should I match? Who cares no one looksHave to shit again. Third time this morning. Something wrong? No don’t worryI am worriedEveryone looks. No. not true. Okay. Get my booksIs my hair okay? My sweater looks puffy. Who cares it's cold outI careD...

***Text Message from "Cap:" Yeah, dude, hurry up. Come through"Johnny looked back up at the row of greeting cards. "Her Birthday: Mother from Son"Johnny had been in the store for the last 20 minutes trying to pick out the perfect card to go with his perfect gift for his Mother on her Birthday--August 14. He always made sure he got a card that said everything he wanted to say, but kept it sweet and, as an added bonus, ryhm...

We drive up the east coast in an old Cadillac where, as the drivers change, I try to convey to you thoughts which are abstract, but articulated like a bike tire going flat-a silent hisssssssss till you press down and there's no firm contactand what was originally meant's no longer in tactTill the air fills up and is released againAnother state, another 'Welcome' sign; I don't feel so much a welcomed human but a machine br...

Lately, I've been looking at my grandpa's face trying to rewind it back to when he was younger; try to picture the face without all the wrinkles and wither. This is the second person I have had to help take care of while they slowly disintegrate and die. I don't feel bad for myself, no...not exactly. That's life after all, and millions of people have to go through with it. That doesnt mean I can't vent about it...it doesn...

You wake up and you aren't happy to be in the same place...the same 50 inch room with the same beds and the same damn windows and the same fucking hard, wooden floor. And you're sick of all those voices in your head, and outside of it, telling you to shut the hell up and quit bitching.You have to allow yourself 20 minutes extra when you wake up in the morning; just for time to lay in your bed and think about how you're go...

You ever really wonder how sand wound up on the beach? (I dont mean actually scientifically, but generally)  like it was some happy turn of chance or some random coincidence and no amount of words could describe it not even in a best-selling textbook of science cus it’s a thing of un-known beautylike a colored painting or poetrylike autumn leaves or a maple tree and every time I think of em'I think of when you loved me(I’...

Vision of youth (before things go to shit):me and you, and you're swinging me on your shoulderas if you'd love me forever...you'd never let me go...slip...break a bone...scar fleshMy mother's brother...my uncle...my role model...drug addict.We'd play frisbee while Nanny and Poppy cooked in the kitchen with smileslittle did I know all those times you went to the bathroom you were doing more than just "smoking a cigarette"-...

I dont miss waiting in parking lots for 40 minuteswatching the people go out and in and wonderingif any of them see you,see what you're doingand what you're going to doI don't miss the ever-decreasing weight of my wallet;The way everything always seemed to be off center and inbalancedWhere my split personality would come out amongst family and friendsWhich one is he tonight, Dr Jekel or Mr. Hyde again?Well, it all depends...

Jesse looked out from the rooftop of a Brooklyn apartment building towards the New York City skyline; it was the highest building in Bushwick. He drank in the crisp May air like it was Vodka...burning his insides and making him warm. Staring at the Empire State Building, Jesse was overcome with the joy of the word "Skyscraper;" such a simple, overlooked word...so symbolic and yet effortless at the same time...a building w...

Even though you can't (or just don't) see this...I miss youI dont eat right anymoreI dont sleep right anymoreI dont do a lot of things right anymoreI dont tell anybody, why botherwords spread like a virus with multiple hostsI'm happy as far as they know...and that's the way I like itI'm happyI tell jokesI smileI laughBut it would take an impossible number of peopleto truly understand the gravity of the fact that you arent...

I feel like I should...no, wait; I feel obligated to set the record straight on my view on women; The old goddesses. Because I have been known to publicly spew comments which seem to be of pure "this kid's got mommy issues" essence. The thing is...I hate them so much...because, well...because of my own self loathing...because I love them so much that I don't have the fucking balls or social skills to speak up (so I blame...

Today, we had a revelation about something. We call ourselves writers...but isn't writing with a pen and a paper? I don't know, is it? Techinically, what are we? What can we call ourselves? Typers? We're typers...new age enthusiasts...typing away 500 words in 5 minutes or less, depending upon the amount of cofee that has been drunk...drank.Typing away to a generation that no longer cares for these things we call "books."W...

FamilyThe door cracks open and grimy shoes are placed off numb feet onto a mat whose greeting doesn’t exactly represent how one feels in this cold, hard house: welcome.Internal family affairs including me and my inability to stop my pall with my abusesand my brother and his selfishness and the list goes on and on longer than an entire novel could hold- longer than The Grapes of Wrath, and Of Mice and Men combined:Steinbec...

“Listen Adam, before we start this conversation you need to tell me right now what happened to your arm.”PauseStare“...and the truth...”Pause“..all of it.”PauseTake sip of beerAdam: “Fine. I...”“Look, I won't get mad I promise. Just tell me...please?”Slight pause“I got dope again...and fell asleep at the wheel.”PauseShocked, disappointed face on Ashley“I was doing good for a while, you know...sober (at least from that) fo...