NO ROCK, JUST THESAME OLD BOTTOM “Get up!” The jail guard shouted, making Adam almost jump from the small rectangle he had been calling a bed for the weekend. His head was spinning, the room was a mix of weird, twisted architecture. It was as if the squares on the wall had become triangles, and the bars holding Adam inside those four walls had become soft straws bending with the wind. “What?” He almost whispered, trying t...

UNPLEASANT SURPRISE Adam’s smile covered his entire face, from ear to ear. “What are you so happy about?” Charlie asked, coming home from work. Adam put his phone on the living’s room table and went on to reply, “I’ve just spoken to the dean of Columbia University. They want to interview me.” Charlie smiled and laughed a little as he set his bag down. “That is great!” He exclaimed. After going to the kitchen and grabbing...

"We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible. As for the possible, men suffice." -Leon Chestov. A maré se vai - Adrian Gabardo Sometimes the strongest knot is the weakest, when you feel like the right is certain, there is more left than you imagined. What is granted is taken away, all that is left is the things you fight to gain. When you imagine you're driving north, you are actually losing yourself down south. The...

SUDDEN NEED “Oh, this place looks so lame.” Adam thought as he saw the big sign saying “The Winter Farmer”. Putting his thoughts aside, Adam walked into the café and immediately saw Page, having a drink near the vases of plants by the window. The near-autumn weather had a touch of summer heat to it, with the motionlessness of the tree leaves of the fall season. Adam sat down next to Page, who was looking out the window, o...

All is Gone - Adrian Gabardo I guess it's true, everything does turn to rust, time is such a careless bitch, dropping you to the ground on every opportunity. Everything I've been, has now vanished, the once sweet kid, is just a bag of sorrow and apathy. My will has carried on, like the grains of sand, carried by the wind, far from my reach. My wish to live has disappeared, I feel like I'm just passing by, like the man wit...

TIRING INDECISION Adam’s room was stinking of sweat, alcohol and weed. Probably days had passed since he last opened a window, sun hadn’t shined inside those four walls for almost as long and the air being recycled several times had become simply suffocating. “Good god!” Charlie exclaimed once he opened the door. His hand close to his mouth, trying to keep the bad smell away from his nostrils. “When are you going to clean...

Every Writer Needs His Muse - Adrian Gabardo It's the little things she does, the way she smiles, the way she looks at you, the emotions your heart feels every time you get a glimpse of her shiny dark hair. That warm feeling that runs through yours veins, every moment you think of her, that turn your humble words, into the majestic masterpiece they together form. Every writer needs his muse, that is true. Every writer nee...

SERIOUS BOREDOM Days had passed since Adam’s encounter with Page, not that he had thought about it much. The days after were pretty much summed up by ‘drink, work, fuck, sleep and restart’. At this moment, Adam was at the sleep part of it. It was the middle of the afternoon and the sun was burning hot, with a few breezes keeping the weather a bit cooler than if windless. Adam was sweating all over the couch as rays of lig...

Rusting - Adrian Gabardo It's been so long now, I wonder how things are, after I left you, after all I made you go through. You held me in your arms, you took me in, made sure no harm came to me, but I just had to be free. We are like black and white, always in contrast, always on opposite sides, you're all and I'm nothing. I try to follow your footsteps, but every time I get lost, losing my very own direction, going to t...

Schism - Adrian Gabardo I typed a few words today, it was all just a mumble, just sentences of non-sense and no significance. The only way for my brain to work, is for me to hit rock bottom I guess, or else it will be just a bunch of stressful attempts at nothing, at writing something face and soulless. Pain and suffering help my own self remain, the sadness restrains my soul to this body, it keeps my mind looking for an...

Sleepy, I wake up.6 AM, my clock tells me.But I don't need it to say the time anymore,I know it already,as everyday, it's the same thing.It's the same old song,every day.It's the same old poem,being told, again and again.It's the same words coming from my mouth,until my tongue is dry,until there is no more sound.Every day,I ask myself, why?Is this even living?Or am I just alive?Surfing on the waves of shit being thrown at...

The horizon always looks much brighter,that is where the rainbows belong,not here near me,where all the lights are dim.It's on the horizon that you belong too,you're a bright spot so far away,that even though I want to be with you,there are many mountains blocking my way.Your presence with me,always seems like a dream,that I will never achieve,but maybe with time,you will finally appear, just like a gift.For now my love,I...

“Tick, tock...” “Tick, tock...” The sound came from the clock. “Tick, tock…” “Tick, tock…” The ticking echoed in the entire apartment. Almost in the same beat, the sweat drops fell from Adam’s chin to the ground. His heart was beating twice every second. In synch with the “tick” and then just before the “tock.” Adam’s breathing was really fast, even though he was just sitting in the corner of the room, looking out the win...

The pain helps, sometimes. It tells me the truth, the fragile claim that I'm still human. The thought that I, this bag of meat and bones, am still important, that I'm someone. Rage and the burning fire of hate, keep my fading flame live. The love and the passion, that seem to be a distant dream, keep my hope in a tormenting wishful thinking. My soul, if there ever was one, screams in silence for help, as sorrow has washed...

The wine bottle dries, the drops leave its recipient one by one. The content that once stained all matter, now slowly and silently fade away. The once sweet and delightful taste, has turned into a sour, bitter and worthless, leftover in which the desperate soul feeds upon. But such as everything in life, the time has taken away the joy of being, the experience has replaced the happy discovery, and the knowledge swapped be...