Haven’t had anything to eat. Drinking drinking drinking. Beer wine wine wine wine margarita beer beer shot of whiskey, beer. I see a guy smoking a dab pen and I ask him for a hit. He gives me a hit. I give him ten dollars because I’m drunk and I’m sure he deserves it. IContinue reading “Concert”
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Youth
Coffee. Coffee. We’re drinking coffee to wake up. And we’re smoking weed to zone out. And we’re dragging cigarettes to balance the two. Then more coffee. More coffee to stay awake, because we get nervous when we’re groggy. But then it’s too much coffee. And we’re jittery, so we smoke more weed. Too much weed.Continue reading “Youth”
Drowning
I walked down to the beach this morning, even though I don’t live by the ocean. Or any body of water. I just walked until I heard the sound of waves in my head. The smell of salt in my nose. None of it was real, but it felt good anyways. It felt like IContinue reading “Drowning”
Under the Covers
I pull my body out from under the covers like I’m pulling a blade from my stomach. So hungover. Sharp pains on either side of my head. A weird sloshy feeling in my abdomen. But in this bed I feel safe like I am in a cellar with only one way out, that has aContinue reading “Under the Covers”
Curb
It disturbs me to think about how many nights I sat on this curb after work, smoking a bowl, when I could have been hanging out with my friends instead. It’s like I was determined to be alone. Like I wanted to isolate myself, and get high, rather than high five my friends at thisContinue reading “Curb”
Sounds Like Me
I haven’t touched these words in so long that they got covered in dust. And now I feel rusty as I try to readjust them. I can’t remember how where they were supposed to go. The order seems messed up. Or the purpose is missing. Or maybe they were just shitty words to begin with.Continue reading “Sounds Like Me”
Drunk Blur
Thirteen drinks later and suddenly it’s Saturday. It was Friday the last time I checked. But now its Saturday. That’s ok. At least I have some idea of what’s going on. But this hangover keeps kicking me in the skull. Like a boot against a door. Fuck. I need to get to the liquor storeContinue reading “Drunk Blur”
Quick
Quick, come with me quick, while everyone else is busy watching Netflix. Let’s run away and make something of all this. Let’s make something of ourselves, quick, and do anything besides binge watch this shit. Quick, let’s do something productive with our time, before we get stuck doing nothing at all.
Reunion
I want to pull a handful of dirt from the earth and listen to the heartbeat of the world for a little while, and remind myself that I live here, and not in this fucking phone. It’s easy to forget sometimes, with how much life I pour into these texts and Snapchats and Facebook updates,Continue reading “Reunion”
Thoughts During Writer’s Block, pt. 2
It would be easy to give up, and give in, and put on one of those dumb fucking suits. Everyone else does it. I could do it too. Punch in. Punch out. No problem. I just can’t help but wonder what would happen to these words, and to the words that I could have writtenContinue reading “Thoughts During Writer’s Block, pt. 2”
