Angry Rant: “But that’s the way I FEEL”

This is an angry rant I’ve written because of a few similar experiences I’ve had in the last few months. The acceptance of certain evils is the tolerance of reality, which is less so harmful than clutching onto ideals that produce worse-off results. I laugh uncontrollably at the worst things, not because I find them … Continue reading Angry Rant: “But that’s the way I FEEL” →

My Ideal Life

There are days in which I’d like to sit alone, with my cigars and a bottle of whiskey. I’d like to sleep and dream without any worries in the world. But I know it’ll never be the case. With each passing day, I see more and more rags and wrinkles and sun spots and flubber … Continue reading My Ideal Life →

The Honest Truth

Sometimes I feel as though The world is outpacing me My friends are going somewhere else Somewhere far away That I’m going to be the only one left I can’t tell if I’m lying to myself Or just exceedingly honest To the point where I seem to already know To know the truth behind who … Continue reading The Honest Truth →

‘Working’ doesn’t mean Give Up on Your Dreams

I think it’s crunch time. I’ve been unemployed for the last few months, running low on funds, and have begun relying on a close friend for help. It’s too much for me. Honest to God, I’ve always been a dreamer, believing that we ought to find joy in the work we do. However, that just … Continue reading ‘Working’ doesn’t mean Give Up on Your Dreams →

A Warm Memory

In my dreams I can still smell the cigarette smoke Wafting in my direction A metallic hang-wire chair The ramblings of Asian drunkards Potted bird’s eye chili plants, severely overwatered Pigeons and their insatiable appetites Gathering in front of our porch The sun reflecting off our pitch-black door Rusting from age and wear alike A … Continue reading A Warm Memory →

A Bad Dream

I got up early to do some forms for a job. They emailed me around 7, which was earlier than I anticipated. Yes, I sleep in often, but today I got up at 8. I was unfamiliar with the documents and misread the sender’s requests several times, so it took me a little bit of … Continue reading A Bad Dream →