Last night I was talking with some friends and on multiple occasions each of the writing proclivities of my friends in the room and I go brought up. There was sort of a pre-approved consensus that one friend was the poetry guy, one guy was the short story/fiction/narrative guy, one guy was the song writer… Continue reading Thoughts from a deceased conversation
Category: life
Writing that directly ties in to my life as a whole.
cast into the deep blue
It is almost a new week. For me, the weeks have never started on Sunday. I’ve always considered Monday to be the true start of the week and Sunday to be the secret bastard child that is masquerading as heir to the throne. This won’t be an ordinary week. I feel like this week will… Continue reading cast into the deep blue
barely squeezing out any words
I have more than you. Now you can call me King. One man; dominion over the rest. Men and women in my palms. All I see are my possessions.
Txt Msg Transcripts – Vol. 1
I recently decided that because sometimes I say things very relevant to my life in text message conversations, that I would start a mini series of entries that takes good stuff from them. Mostly for the sake of being able to permanently get down parts of myself that I explain. This is the first one,… Continue reading Txt Msg Transcripts – Vol. 1
Assorted
It is a good time to write something, considering I’m feeling particularly empty right now. There’s a reason for that, which I’ll get to in a moment. My goal here is to churn out a few paragraphs, with each one covering entirely different territory. Just littering a small assortment of thoughts on the table, maybe… Continue reading Assorted
The American Tragedy
I feel like Ernest P. Worrell lately, you know, like in Ernest Goes to Jail, when he has a mass influx of electricity pumped through his body and then all the electricity begins to surge through his body and zap everything he sets his eyes on. Instead of electricity, I’ve had a surge of emotion,… Continue reading The American Tragedy
My Word
I put complete faith in it my entire life. I grew up believing that it carried some sort of virtue; a personal regality and honor meant for nobility. Blindly I trusted it as I let it lead me from each phase of life as if I were just a naive flock of sheep. Yet if… Continue reading My Word