Thoughts, Dreams & Nightmares
Turkey Genocide
Progress is the real usher of change. Often overlooked, how much can one really count that in? With the holidays upon us some of the consequences of community are starting to emerge vividly. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about community recently. What is it actually and what does it mean to accept whole…
The Call Pt6
John Dillinger. American Gangster. Depression era icon, a robber for the people if you will. “We only want the banks” Except he kinda wasn’t. He was impulsive, willingly violent and embittered from his own bad choices. He felt he would’ve turned out better had the world been willing to give him a break. Not only…
The Call Pt5
I pop off the bus and head straight for the library. It wasn’t ‘till I hit the west stairwell that my breathing evened. I’d been nearly hyperventilating the whole ride in. My eyes scanned my surroundings half expecting a swat team but the sidewalk void of loiterers; it seemed I was alone. I swallow my…
The Call Pt 4
I spent the next week anxiously waiting a call while binging every crime drama available to me by my ex’s unwitting donations. Little did I know this would be the start of a murder content addiction as I try to subdue my overactive brain. Waiting for the next call was excruciating as the days crawled…
Archived Band Interview : 2016 : Red Sun Rising
“I’d say cayenne pepper and chocolate. Sometimes I’m very abrasive with people (cayenne),but at the same time, chocolate is very comfortable.” (Mike) As we all laughed continuing the discussion of our personal milkshake selves, the room – which felt roughly 40 degrees – seemed to be getting warmer. It wasn’t due to the three heaters…
The Call Pt3
“So, Amelia, you say the phone was there prior to your occupation of the unit?” The detective was handsome with her green eyes, flowing dark long hair and permanently upturned corners of her mouth giving off a friendly appearance. It didn’t take much to imagine them turned down. “That’s right” “I see. And it didn’t…
The Call Pt2
Just when she thought it was over, greed pickups the phone The Call Pt2 now available!
The Call Pt1
My heavy lids rise slowly against the morning sun peaking through a crack in the flimsy curtains. Half open, I lock in on the stale half smoked joint. Fingers glide across the ash to a lighter and I spark. I sit up into a crumple and exhale my worries around me. This again? I mock…
Pushed.
I didn’t know there’d be feelings after this many years. Somewhat murmuring my inside thoughts become my outside words, according to the petite, fresh-faced human scuffing the floor with their sneakers. “Where am I?” Their eyes calm with the mundane takings of the room. You’d think death’s office would have more pizzaz. Yet, I found…
If I Didn’t Have A Poem
If I didn’t have my persons Who would I actually be? If I didn’t have my looks Who would you see? If you couldn’t hear me speak How could I articulate my peak? If you couldn’t understand me How different would I be? Does that even matter As perception leaves me battered? Rudimentary, my feelings…
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