Cough Syrup

I am a relic.
An ancient artifact of a world more simple
A restless ghost of romanticism and emotion

From the past
A time where love had meaning
An era when feeling was not an event but an experience.

Take Me Out To The Coast

I was wrong. to believe. in myself

I forgot what it was like to be here. To expel thought as freely and as quickly as my malcontent of a brain can transmit organized thought through my finger tips. But I need this. This is what keeps me sane. This is what it takes to keep the weight of the world balanced on my temples before my head explodes and slowly fills a page with something much more red and visceral than words.

Fuck singularity. I am a second class citizen in my own life. something needs to change. lets start here.

Blueberry Waves

I've reached a certain point of no return.

For months I've been building up to this. I saw it coming and I knew I'd have to face it soon enough. Today I hit the breaking point and in reliving the twisted heap of metal and broken glass that defines my life I realized that I've been floating. Directionless.

I decided to harness this vagueness with some unforeseeable purpose, some idea of conviction which has yet to be realized. So the next month is about saddling the un-ridden and bridling the unbridled. It seems obvious now but the fruit of my conviction has been sitting ripened for months. I just had to pick it and make a choice. A choice of when and where to apply this energy and acumen.

That's not to say that I've been completely unproductive to this point. I applied myself to a variety of things. I was just unfocused. After all I'm 22 and confused. That sounds less cliche and more meaningful in my head then when I say it out loud.

In retrospect, none of this rambling makes any sense. But I just needed to get it out. It happens sometimes. Where is my ink when I need it.

Mykonos

I woke up this morning and found myself lost.
Miles from what was familiar, hours from what I sought.
Shadows crept up beside me.
They whispered in my ear.
"Follow the sunlight as far as it guides you.
It cannot lead you stray."
And lead I was to water.
But never to take drink.
By my own name, I'm a drinker.
It's by your assignment that I'm a drunk.
A lush is my designation.
Luscious is my life.
As I've listened to the shadows.
They seemed to offer sound advice.
For as long as only the sun guides me.
I'll always have its lights.

Split Needles

Let me start off by saying how much I adore plinky. As my last four posts in this particular corner of the internet should advocate, I am a big fan. The daily prompts offer inspiration and direction for those without, but also give glimpses of identity and how one question (with an often limited number of possible responses) can spurn so many directions of thought.

Regardless, as I've recently found that I have enough time to scribble incoherent thoughts and completed prose alike into my beloved hardbound, I tend to write in this less often (aside from the Plinkies, which are automatically posted here). I've also discovered the ocassional wayward blog peruser will find themselves running across this and feel as if I owe these casual contemporaries a lil' bit of time and English.


scribbled on a napkin when i'm parked down your street

you can't be home.
you can't feel like home.
and you're not there.
regardless.

i saw you last night.
i don't know why i'm here.
i'm not sure what i expected.
hopeless.

maybe there would be words.
words can start something.
i don't want to fight anymore.
spineless.

should i have held on.
you should'nt have left so.
i loved you but you're wrong.
tactless.

i'm leaving.
you can't stop me.
find this napkin.
i know you saw me.

The Freest Man

Prompt: Where was your first kiss?

The swings.The playground. Down the street from her house.

13 years old and trying to talk to girls is all of the world's awkwardness wrapped into one unkempt prepubescent body.

That statement probably embodies the sentiment in many first kisses. Luckily, I shared mine with a girl I'd known for years. We were good enough friends and some schoolyard chatter had uncovered that there might be some grade school crush brewing beneath the surface.

Late on an after school afternoon, I remember going to her house for one reason or another with a few more of my classmates or friends or what-have-you. We had managed to find ourselves alone on the swing set down the street from her house. I can't remember how or why, I just knew that something was going to happen at this point.

I knew it would happen tonight. I had built up in my mind for weeks. Imagined day after day what I would think and feel at those very moments when my lips would mesh with another pair. It had to be magical right? My first kiss...

She leaned in, as if to beckon me forward so that she could whisper something in my ear. As agreeable as a I was at this age (and especially around her), I did exactly that. In one swift move she took one hand to my face and turned it towards hers while simultaneously planting her lips on mine.

Needless to say, I don't think it turned out quite as she had planned. As she moved into the kiss, I retreated for a brief moment before succumbing and actually kissing her back. If I had known that kissing was this clumsy, uneasy, mess of saliva and bumping foreheads, I may have put it off a bit longer.

The end of this graceless and inept attempt of juvenile romance came when I leaned a bit to far and fell clear off the swings and into the mulch and dirt below. I looked up at her with a curious smile as she looked coyly away from me. We both got up and crept quietly back to her house before more awkwardness ensued. I remember thinking:"This was a practice run. My next kiss is going to be great..."

Parade

Prompt: Hybrid Prius or Escalade with gold rims?
A classic battle: sensible vs. indulgent. Which one wins this time?

When 'Pimp my Ride' goes bad you get an Escalade on gold rims.

Its hardly a choice...

An Escalade with gold rims is not indulgent. It's ugly.

First off,let me preface this by saying that I'm not into larger cars. This is especially true for those of the SUV variety.

Secondly, I don't like American built vehicles. The Japanese product is so much more evolved than its American counterpart.

Thirdly, you can easily buy two midsized vehicles for the same price as an over-accessorized Escalade.

But back to my original point. An Escalade with gold rims is simply hideous. I can't even picture how that would look like it belonged on a car (without a ridiculous paint job). If said paint job existed, the car would already be ugly. Ugly is not indulgence.

Indulgence would be spending money to put a 52-inch flat screen TV in the back of the trunk. Or velvet and cashmere interiors. Or full body massage chairs in-place of the traditional passenger seating.

Basically when faced with the choice of neither practicality or attractiveness versus at least some sensibility...well you get the idea.