August 2011
1 post
3 tags
My ideals aren’t met because your qualifications keep falling short.
February 2011
1 post
Short # 17
I close my eyes and don’t see a thing, only jolts of light making my body jump in response. The tingling bubbles in my Pepsi bring me back to my desk. SHWISH, pothole, SHWISH. It has rained and you are a car going by. Blocks of black ice frost to my feets, some day my hair will be long, there should be a comforter around here somewhere.
July 2010
1 post
Short #16
Routine, routine, routine, when will the cycle break? Nobody likes asking for help, so this changes nothing. Pride’s hard to swallow when you’re trying to seem responsible.
Empty pockets meet with empty days, where I get continually good at sniping people in video games.
Any other distractions? I wish.
June 2010
1 post
Short #15
“Are ya’ll finished with these plates?”
In a slow and shaky gesture, I reach down and pick up the lady and gentleman’s square plates. Damn, that must’ve been a good meal. As I near the “IN” door, I glance over my shoulder to check Table 5’s water glass situation. All full.
The back of the house is humid and smells like food scraps, old...
May 2010
1 post
Short #14
As I turn into my neighborhood, the last of the cars following me gets swallowed by the trees lining the road. The pavement is wet and gritty, I love the sound so I roll down my window and drive slowly toward my street. The bit of fog surrounding each looming streetlamp matches perfectly with the crushing of tiny pebbles and gravel on the asphalt. I’ve missed the smell of a humid...
December 2009
7 posts
“The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that,...”
– Groucho Marx
Short #12
Sometimes I lay on the bed with my feet in the air and pretend to walk on the ceiling. It helps me clear my head.
“Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings.”
– Sylvia Plath
Short #11
wowph, wowph, wowph. I’ve been staring at this ceiling fan for hours. I don’t even see a blending circle shape anymore, nope, just the individual blades. Come onnnn, get up! My brain is bored with this dull activity but tonight I refuse to let it make my choices, and I stay put.
wowph, wowph, wowph, wowph. I drift off…
“Enlightenment is man’s emergence from his self-imposed immaturity....”
– Immanuel Kant
Konigsberg in Prussia, 30 September
Short #10
I touch the cool brick to my face. God, what a relief. The texture isn’t my favorite but the temperature is almost always right. Even when there’s a roaring fire behind it. My eyes well up and chalky tears streak my cheeks. Too much smoke. Open the floo! A drop of blood lands on my palm.
Short #9
The snowflakes seem confused, they keep smashing into each other mid-air. As they are falling, they pick the spot on the ground they wish to land on. One gentle flake lands on the tip of my nose. I look up to the sky and today even the clouds and sun are snowed in too. The back of my head is freezing, I should have worn a hat, but the tiny world of dancing white before me is too mesmerizing for me...
November 2009
6 posts
Short #8
It will be finding the balance. Leaving behind everything I’ve put up with. Lonely? Always, but I’m too sick to my stomach with this excitement to notice anymore. At this point I’m left with only the hope that this is right. I want it to be. I need inspiration. How do I execute the strangeness of it all? I’ll search for perfection as always and end up with a beautifully...
Short #7
“Give me your soul,” he sneered.
“Um.. I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean…” How do I give someone my soul?
I curtsied and smiled.
I looked up an saw his yellow eyes flash with rage. I hope he doesn’t kill me.
“I’M HUNGRY! GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!”
He snarled while thrashing around like a rabid fox. A wad of his spit flew off of...
Short #6- Cracked
I played my favorite online game 15 times.
I didn’t win once.
My eyelids are being peeled open by tiny mechanical arms, I
think I’m awake?
Short #5- Giving and Taking Will Never Be Equal
Today I am heavy.
My feet feel like thick eels sliming
Across the floor.
I look at the red puffer.
I hate you too.
But, If I leave you
The eels will move with me. Yes,
They would swim toward
the two skylights at the very tip of my
head, their tails
Wriggling around my dry, cracking
neck.
short # 4- bits and pieces. a critique
Too easily satisfied.
Maybe you are saying something like,
How do I push this?
I’d like to see you
Fail.
It’s A nice scene one
Shot.
No cuts. But!
What would you find?
If only you had panned.
The whole universe is there,
Standing there in a suit, wearing a raccoon’s eyes from
Which he disappeared.
Aphorism #4
“Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.”
-PABLO PICASSO
They have no free thought or creative energies. Only the person manipulating the computer does. Master of the puppets.
October 2009
6 posts
Aphorism #3
” Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.”
-WILLIAM JAMES (U.S.)
Life is worth living, of course, because you only have one chance to make it into something. Too many people settle for mediocracy when they could do great things, it’s frustrating sometimes. (I definitely practice this unhealthy habit..) It’s a...
Short #3- Attack of the whaaa?
“Fuck youuu!”
I was being pummeled with pillows and my feet were bound by the bed sheets. Waiting for my blurry gaze to de-fog, I feel a swipe from my captor just nick my baby toe.
The room was different from any I had been in before. You see, usually I am among one of the smaller things in a room, as far as furniture is concerned, but in this room I was the biggest! Each wall was...
Aphorism #2
“Art is not a mirror with which to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.”
-BERTOLT BRECHT (Germany)
So, art shouldn’t be about something everyday or what we already know about… it should be delicately prepared with imagination and creativity and unveiled properly to the unaware world… Is this why art can never “not have a point”? Even if...
Short #2- Mathly Gossip is Just as Crazy as Math...
**Write a short piece of fiction/poetry daily.**
“And liiiiiike…”
“Then he was like…”
“But then I said…”
“OH MY GAWWWWWD! Rally?”
“Yah, so I was just like…”
E-mailing cute boy. He’s fake but,
you like his face.
Re-apply your chapstick baby,
It’s time to do some math.
Aphorism #1
**read/post at least one new aphorism daily. Reflect on the writing, what it means to me, what I think of etc. (eventually when I have time I’ll post something about the author of each and a fun fact or two!)**
“You are either with us, or against yourselves.”
-ALEKSANDER COTRIC (Serbia)
I feel like this relates to lonliness and depression… You are either sociable and...
Short #1- 7:55, A Morning Transformation
…As I lay in my bed, with the sun seeping through the blinds striping me, I couldn’t help but feel like a mother tiger basking in the early morning, beneath the trees of some jungle. With my cub not far, I watched her as she perched and pounced on tiny insects that passed by. She wasn’t hungry yet, so I wouldn’t need to find food until later when the sun was fully up and...