“Patient 313,” a nurse with curly blond locks calls out from behind the counter. She’s holding a small paper cup of oblong and round pill tablets. “Patient 313!” A skinny man with oily hair and a crooked grin hurries out of his room with a notebook in his hands. A plastic band around his wrist… Continue reading Fiction Friday: “Patient 313” Pt. 1
If I could then I would save the world Send my heart in an envelope to that certain girl Tell her how she is my everything Live in a house with kids and wedding rings I’d be free like the ocean breeze Soar from the west coast over to the east Learn German then Chinese… Continue reading Poem: Only Human
Crack the glass watch hours pass knowing damn well they're not coming back Yet here I stand in quicksand watching a broken clock that has no hands I reach out but with broken arms Wearing scars like wrist charms “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes.… Continue reading Broken Arms | Poem
I'm a whisper in the wind a trickle in the sea Something that could've been a long forgotten dream I'm a blank name tag To you, another face For me, you're what I'll never have Something I'll never taste You pass by me everyday and never even glance my way In my head, a whirlwind… Continue reading Poem: Does She Know?
The other day, my father took me on a bike ride through some trails by our neighborhood. He goes bike riding rather often and I don’t at all so I was definitely expecting a challenge. But, to my surprise, when we started, it was all downhill. As we kept going, the downhill continued, some bits… Continue reading Falling’s Easy
When I awake it's blank like a white page or a clear canvas Like an empty sky a vast ocean that nothing seems to wanna float in I'm not dead Not quite alive I just feel like I've already died I have a heart that doesn't seem to work It beats to a rhythm nobody… Continue reading Poem: Like a Blank Page
Days they change to months that'll never stay Like dandelions in the wind the past just blows away Scattered All the colors of yesterday today have faded to grey I remember that place called home on the front porch I used to play There used to be such a magic to my life Like holidays… Continue reading Poem: I used to be a little boy.
Dating can suck. I suppose for some of us more than others... I've never really been into dating. When I hit my teenage years and moved states, I became a recluse, rarely bothering with relationships of any sort. They faded at an increasingly rapid pace as I got older, and eventually, not having a girlfriend… Continue reading Dating Sucks.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who dreamt he'd one day have the world. He imagined he'd grow larger than life and have the world at his feet. He'd venture new and old lands, reach out and touch billions of people, see his name in lights, and maybe even wield the power to… Continue reading Chasing Dreams like I’m on Novocaine
My problems with relationships was how this blog came to be. It’s beauty was birth from a moment of pure travesty and despair. A moment when I was at my loneliest and at my lowest. It was a marker in my life I promised to never let myself fall back to. And I've really tried… Continue reading Trust Issues