To Allie Brosh

shit lady, looks like you are in the hardcore suck right now. usually, there aint shit people can say to pull you out of the suck. that’s just the way the suck is. who knows why you’re in the suck

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To Allie Brosh

shit lady, looks like you are in the hardcore suck right now. usually, there aint shit people can say to pull you out of the suck. that’s just the way the suck is. who knows why you’re in the suck

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Because All Things That Can Not And Will Not Be Said Belong Here

In words, there is comfort – actions require effort, but words only thought. So it is with words I think, and i let my thoughts trickle and drop down on to this page, opaque and clouded, by whatever the day

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Because All Things That Can Not And Will Not Be Said Belong Here

In words, there is comfort – actions require effort, but words only thought. So it is with words I think, and i let my thoughts trickle and drop down on to this page, opaque and clouded, by whatever the day

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Oregon

“What’s out in Oregon?” “I don’t know, I just want to go.” “Oregon?” “Yeah.” “Do you know anyone in Oregon?” “Nope.” “Hunh…” “I just want to take a trip. That’s all.” “But why Oregon?” “Because Oregon has trees and it’s

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Oregon

“What’s out in Oregon?” “I don’t know, I just want to go.” “Oregon?” “Yeah.” “Do you know anyone in Oregon?” “Nope.” “Hunh…” “I just want to take a trip. That’s all.” “But why Oregon?” “Because Oregon has trees and it’s

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A Letter to a Friend

A lot of what we do is look for answers. From anywhere we can, we seek solutions to our problems, as if these are somehow built into life, these answers as if there is “the way” to do things. I’m

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A Letter to a Friend

A lot of what we do is look for answers. From anywhere we can, we seek solutions to our problems, as if these are somehow built into life, these answers as if there is “the way” to do things. I’m

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I Don’t Mind The Cold

I drive my Muse up to the top of a mountain and we sit upon the craggly edge of a boulder as night swallows up the remnants of the sun. Stars fall intermittently above us and soon, it is cold.

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I Don’t Mind The Cold

I drive my Muse up to the top of a mountain and we sit upon the craggly edge of a boulder as night swallows up the remnants of the sun. Stars fall intermittently above us and soon, it is cold.

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My Muse and I

Muse, I say, hoping that she would turn to look at me. She does and I’m caught off-guard. I only wanted her to look. I didn’t know what to do then with her attention. I look back at her and

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My Muse and I

Muse, I say, hoping that she would turn to look at me. She does and I’m caught off-guard. I only wanted her to look. I didn’t know what to do then with her attention. I look back at her and

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Cafe

sitting in a rundown cafe having a western breakfast that can only be found in the east. i have an ideal vision of my future i think. i helped to construct a private bed and breakfast by a stone shore

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Cafe

sitting in a rundown cafe having a western breakfast that can only be found in the east. i have an ideal vision of my future i think. i helped to construct a private bed and breakfast by a stone shore

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Maybe Tomorrow is the End of the World

I would have called you but I do not have your number. Some say tomorrow is the last day of the world… I would hate myself if we left the world without my telling you, for what it’s worth (I

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Maybe Tomorrow is the End of the World

I would have called you but I do not have your number. Some say tomorrow is the last day of the world… I would hate myself if we left the world without my telling you, for what it’s worth (I

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Streaming Rivulets

Your hair is like a river, cascading, over the hills of your shoulders, streaming rivulets down your neck, pooling into swirling eddies in between your breasts. Oh, how I’d love to take a dip in your deep running waters.

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Streaming Rivulets

Your hair is like a river, cascading, over the hills of your shoulders, streaming rivulets down your neck, pooling into swirling eddies in between your breasts. Oh, how I’d love to take a dip in your deep running waters.

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Running

I ran all the way home yesterday. Three miles. I don’t know why. I just needed to. I didn’t speak with anyone. I don’t think I’d be interested in anything they’d have to say. I don’t think I’d have anything

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Running

I ran all the way home yesterday. Three miles. I don’t know why. I just needed to. I didn’t speak with anyone. I don’t think I’d be interested in anything they’d have to say. I don’t think I’d have anything

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A Patchwork Person

I carry a part of her with me wherever I go she tints my world, she seasons my food. she accents my words, she sensitizes my touch I’m a myriad of people, all of whom I loved. a container of

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A Patchwork Person

I carry a part of her with me wherever I go she tints my world, she seasons my food. she accents my words, she sensitizes my touch I’m a myriad of people, all of whom I loved. a container of

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Lesson 3: Inspire Me

Inspire me, as if it were a job for you. Inspire me, as if it were something I couldn’t do.

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Lesson 3: Inspire Me

Inspire me, as if it were a job for you. Inspire me, as if it were something I couldn’t do.

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Her Hair Is Like The Ocean

Her hair is like the ocean, and it washes over me, cool and aromatic, a wide and fragrant sea. I swim through her locks and I think to myself, There’s no where else I’d rather be.

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Her Hair Is Like The Ocean

Her hair is like the ocean, and it washes over me, cool and aromatic, a wide and fragrant sea. I swim through her locks and I think to myself, There’s no where else I’d rather be.

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You’re So Pretty

You’re so pretty, you’re so pretty, as if pretty is always good. You’re so good, you’re so good, as if good is always pretty.

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You’re So Pretty

You’re so pretty, you’re so pretty, as if pretty is always good. You’re so good, you’re so good, as if good is always pretty.

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The Dendritic Arbor

There’s a spark that dances through the forest of my mind. It dances without weight, it dances without care.

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The Dendritic Arbor

There’s a spark that dances through the forest of my mind. It dances without weight, it dances without care.

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Sleep: Dreaming of New York

“I got a call from New York today.” “Oh? What’s up in New York?” “The investment banks I told you about.” “Oh yeah! How’d the calls go?” “Really well I think. They’re flying me out for an interview.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

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Sleep: Dreaming of New York

“I got a call from New York today.” “Oh? What’s up in New York?” “The investment banks I told you about.” “Oh yeah! How’d the calls go?” “Really well I think. They’re flying me out for an interview.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

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Wasn’t Put There to Stay

Why keep a bird that doesn’t sing?

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Wasn’t Put There to Stay

Why keep a bird that doesn’t sing?

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Symptoms

I’m not a magic person, I’m not a special cure. That emptiness inside of you is something that can’t be filled by something outside of you. You have to do it. No one else can. You’re not a victim so

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Symptoms

I’m not a magic person, I’m not a special cure. That emptiness inside of you is something that can’t be filled by something outside of you. You have to do it. No one else can. You’re not a victim so

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The Most Delicious Blueberry Muffin

Jesus steals my sandwich and takes a bite. “I didn’t steal your sandwich,” he says.  I stare at him; I’m surprised that he knows my thoughts but get a feeling that I shoudn’t be. He takes my sandwich and rips

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The Most Delicious Blueberry Muffin

Jesus steals my sandwich and takes a bite. “I didn’t steal your sandwich,” he says.  I stare at him; I’m surprised that he knows my thoughts but get a feeling that I shoudn’t be. He takes my sandwich and rips

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Mi Ancla

Strum a fragrance from this vessel Keep me steady with each sip Warm as always, full or not Between my hands and against my lip

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Mi Ancla

Strum a fragrance from this vessel Keep me steady with each sip Warm as always, full or not Between my hands and against my lip

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“To Build” in Swahili

You pick out what’s left of me without understanding I’m only a stack of Jenga blocks waiting to collapse. Like a collectible fish waiting only to be fed, do you really wish for me to keep swimming in circles. Build

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“To Build” in Swahili

You pick out what’s left of me without understanding I’m only a stack of Jenga blocks waiting to collapse. Like a collectible fish waiting only to be fed, do you really wish for me to keep swimming in circles. Build

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Lesson 2: S-trippin’

My body is parked between a Friday and a Saturday. My head is some time else. Bring me back, and I’ll do you good.

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Lesson 2: S-trippin’

My body is parked between a Friday and a Saturday. My head is some time else. Bring me back, and I’ll do you good.

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Goldfish Waters

bred as an ornament I’m just like you, little goldfish our shine will wear our insecurities have only hardened us but tonight, my hair is down I’m afloat and you soar in a world where I can’t I will walk

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Goldfish Waters

bred as an ornament I’m just like you, little goldfish our shine will wear our insecurities have only hardened us but tonight, my hair is down I’m afloat and you soar in a world where I can’t I will walk

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If I Were To Write To You Now

If I were to write to you now, what would I have left to say? On occasion, I still find my mind drifting towards you, like a river to the ocean; like debris to a shore. Would I ask, “How

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If I Were To Write To You Now

If I were to write to you now, what would I have left to say? On occasion, I still find my mind drifting towards you, like a river to the ocean; like debris to a shore. Would I ask, “How

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Flowers for Fernando

In the end, there is no “best person” to tell. On one hand, I’m ashamed of myself. On the other, my weakness should be treated. And if I had another, it would just be that a person like me shouldn’t

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Flowers for Fernando

In the end, there is no “best person” to tell. On one hand, I’m ashamed of myself. On the other, my weakness should be treated. And if I had another, it would just be that a person like me shouldn’t

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Lesson 1: The Uniform

put on a heavy coat of mellow, but don’t expect warmth.      

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Lesson 1: The Uniform

put on a heavy coat of mellow, but don’t expect warmth.      

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Intro to nude étiquette

Prerequisite: None 3 UNITS This is an introductory course in the theory and application of the elements of Chaos in the human race.  Assignments will focus on the following design principles:  line, value, form, scale, light, logic, space, depth, texture,

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Intro to nude étiquette

Prerequisite: None 3 UNITS This is an introductory course in the theory and application of the elements of Chaos in the human race.  Assignments will focus on the following design principles:  line, value, form, scale, light, logic, space, depth, texture,

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I Just Want To Know

I ask Jesus a question about love. He responds, “There are two men. One goes to the open fields and ascends to heaven. The other goes to the cliffs and succumbs to the evils of the world.” I have no

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I Just Want To Know

I ask Jesus a question about love. He responds, “There are two men. One goes to the open fields and ascends to heaven. The other goes to the cliffs and succumbs to the evils of the world.” I have no

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Sleep: Wake Up

“I don’t want to be with you anymore. What you’re doing, it scares me, Brian; do you understand?” “What the fuck are you talking about? You’ve been using my sleep.” “I know, I know, but it’s not good for you.

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Sleep: Wake Up

“I don’t want to be with you anymore. What you’re doing, it scares me, Brian; do you understand?” “What the fuck are you talking about? You’ve been using my sleep.” “I know, I know, but it’s not good for you.

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A glimpse

A woman’s sunglasses are perched upon the bookshelf of a man she once knew. They are cheap glasses, bought from a sidewalk vendor and forgotten by her soon after. But here, they have found a home. They rest peacefully, undisturbed

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A glimpse

A woman’s sunglasses are perched upon the bookshelf of a man she once knew. They are cheap glasses, bought from a sidewalk vendor and forgotten by her soon after. But here, they have found a home. They rest peacefully, undisturbed

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Kerning

When I write, I hide my meaning in-between the kerning. not many people know to look there. Or, they do; they just don’t. The messages aren’t special. The last one I wrote had the message, “I dont understand this.” I’ve

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Kerning

When I write, I hide my meaning in-between the kerning. not many people know to look there. Or, they do; they just don’t. The messages aren’t special. The last one I wrote had the message, “I dont understand this.” I’ve

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Shiny Things

I notice my fiancée growing wings from the beginning of our engagement. They started as tiny nubs on her shoulder blades. After eight months, they’ve become large. We don’t mention them, but I like to pet them when she sleeps. Sometimes, I

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Shiny Things

I notice my fiancée growing wings from the beginning of our engagement. They started as tiny nubs on her shoulder blades. After eight months, they’ve become large. We don’t mention them, but I like to pet them when she sleeps. Sometimes, I

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Will You Mount This For Me?

Help me frame this memory.  I want it hung on my wall of forgetfulness. Hammer and nail should do the trick.  Gravity will do the rest. Take a few steps back — a little to the left, I think. A

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Will You Mount This For Me?

Help me frame this memory.  I want it hung on my wall of forgetfulness. Hammer and nail should do the trick.  Gravity will do the rest. Take a few steps back — a little to the left, I think. A

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I am a Giant Melon

    I wake one day and to find that I’m a giant melon. I feel ripe, fragrant, and delicious. As I get up from bed I realize that I don’t have to wear clothes anymore; I don’t have anything

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I am a Giant Melon

    I wake one day and to find that I’m a giant melon. I feel ripe, fragrant, and delicious. As I get up from bed I realize that I don’t have to wear clothes anymore; I don’t have anything

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Check Me Out

hey sexy, between which of my pages would you like to bookmark yourself? really, I’m not just another book in your local library sure, some of my lines are highlighted a few corners have been dog-eared and I noticed water

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Check Me Out

hey sexy, between which of my pages would you like to bookmark yourself? really, I’m not just another book in your local library sure, some of my lines are highlighted a few corners have been dog-eared and I noticed water

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A Writer & His Muse

a to b 8/20/10 to me: pls wait for me to come out of my coma tell me stories by my bedside ***************** b to a 8/20/10 to Muse: I sit by the bed of my friend. She’s gone into

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A Writer & His Muse

a to b 8/20/10 to me: pls wait for me to come out of my coma tell me stories by my bedside ***************** b to a 8/20/10 to Muse: I sit by the bed of my friend. She’s gone into

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You Once Wrote (or Trading Your ‘Goodbye’ for ‘I Love You’)

You once wrote In anger or frustration, I forget which if either, that life doesn’t rely on what we may want; that many times, the difference between what is desired and what is needed cannot be bridged. Before, I would

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You Once Wrote (or Trading Your ‘Goodbye’ for ‘I Love You’)

You once wrote In anger or frustration, I forget which if either, that life doesn’t rely on what we may want; that many times, the difference between what is desired and what is needed cannot be bridged. Before, I would

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My Summer Snowman

I built a snowman, He doesn’t speak, but I don’t expect him to. He has your nose, that’s the only feature he shares with you. My snowman protects me. He scares people away. I like that for a little, and

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My Summer Snowman

I built a snowman, He doesn’t speak, but I don’t expect him to. He has your nose, that’s the only feature he shares with you. My snowman protects me. He scares people away. I like that for a little, and

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Sunny

    Sunny says that the days are too bright. She can’t hide away the things that she needs to. I ask her what it is that she’s trying to hide. My life, she says. Oh, i say. I’m sitting

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Sunny

    Sunny says that the days are too bright. She can’t hide away the things that she needs to. I ask her what it is that she’s trying to hide. My life, she says. Oh, i say. I’m sitting

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Sometimes, We All Get Insecure

Buddha I catch Buddha throwing up in my toilet. It must have been something I ate, he says. He gives me a weak smile and turns back to the toilet. His vomit is yellow and without any chunks. Right, I

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Sometimes, We All Get Insecure

Buddha I catch Buddha throwing up in my toilet. It must have been something I ate, he says. He gives me a weak smile and turns back to the toilet. His vomit is yellow and without any chunks. Right, I

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Tee-se Me

100% cotton. XXL never fit so well.            

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Tee-se Me

100% cotton. XXL never fit so well.            

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I Am Amy: A Conversation

A Conversation A Talk Between Friends or Comfortable Silences “There has to be hope, if not, then what do we really have?” “You’re getting all deep and shit for no reason. Why not just fucking live and enjoy that shit?”

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I Am Amy: A Conversation

A Conversation A Talk Between Friends or Comfortable Silences “There has to be hope, if not, then what do we really have?” “You’re getting all deep and shit for no reason. Why not just fucking live and enjoy that shit?”

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I Am Amy: After the Betrayal

Before amy was, she was loved. It is difficult to say that this is true for everyone, but Amy came to know that it is. Not every parent will think of their unborn child and love them before they exist, and it

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I Am Amy: After the Betrayal

Before amy was, she was loved. It is difficult to say that this is true for everyone, but Amy came to know that it is. Not every parent will think of their unborn child and love them before they exist, and it

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5:30 AM

5:30 AM and i don’t want to go home: conversations with a homeless man He asks me why i’m out here in the cold and dark. I ask him the same. He gives me a moment’s glare. “See that bridge

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5:30 AM

5:30 AM and i don’t want to go home: conversations with a homeless man He asks me why i’m out here in the cold and dark. I ask him the same. He gives me a moment’s glare. “See that bridge

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Please Call Me, Baby

Please Call Me, Baby It hurts to be so far We make California just as the sun comes up; it’s poetic, don’t you think? She laughs when I tell her this, madly and uncontrollably; like her hair, wild and whipping

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Please Call Me, Baby

Please Call Me, Baby It hurts to be so far We make California just as the sun comes up; it’s poetic, don’t you think? She laughs when I tell her this, madly and uncontrollably; like her hair, wild and whipping

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Long Trips and Short Telephone Calls

She tells me that she’s getting out on Valentine’s day. I don’t tell her that I won’t be home. I think this to her instead. “Honey,” I think, “I’m going to be as far away as I can.” I don’t

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Long Trips and Short Telephone Calls

She tells me that she’s getting out on Valentine’s day. I don’t tell her that I won’t be home. I think this to her instead. “Honey,” I think, “I’m going to be as far away as I can.” I don’t

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Responsibilities

I decide today that I’m going to bury my responsibility under my tomato plant and run free for the day. I make sure to write myself a note about what I’m to do and post it on every door of

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Responsibilities

I decide today that I’m going to bury my responsibility under my tomato plant and run free for the day. I make sure to write myself a note about what I’m to do and post it on every door of

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And You Wear Them So Well

She takes her smile and tosses it onto the dresser by her bed. She doesn’t bother to straighten it out and proceeds to strip off the compliments that she’s received throughout the day. The “you’re so pretty” she tosses into the

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And You Wear Them So Well

She takes her smile and tosses it onto the dresser by her bed. She doesn’t bother to straighten it out and proceeds to strip off the compliments that she’s received throughout the day. The “you’re so pretty” she tosses into the

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Rock Fish

I lose the part of me that’s sane sometime during the month of May. The rest of me that’s left is happier than I’ve ever been; the rest of me is also the saddest that I’ve ever been. I, or

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Rock Fish

I lose the part of me that’s sane sometime during the month of May. The rest of me that’s left is happier than I’ve ever been; the rest of me is also the saddest that I’ve ever been. I, or

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Lost Angeles

    “Do you want to live forever?” she asks. “what?” “do you want to live forever?” we stand in middle of flower st. in los angeles. Cars honk at us and people yell out their windows, the “Fucking Fucks!”

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Lost Angeles

    “Do you want to live forever?” she asks. “what?” “do you want to live forever?” we stand in middle of flower st. in los angeles. Cars honk at us and people yell out their windows, the “Fucking Fucks!”

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