February 2012
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adolescence.
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the rebel, the sneaking out at night, the warm hugs in the cityscape night. The puff, puff pass, the pedaling too fast. Running in parking lots and timid kisses type of amazing. The, we ran out of quarters so we can’t really stay, the duck, cop cars are driving this way, the I can’t quite remember how many In-N-Out burgers I ate. The chill beats and rosy sunsets, the heated...
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Musing that is somewhat related to being single....
A sudden moment of peculiar insight is all you really ever need, during the times when you feel deprived or voided of intimacy. Lying there, head against the wood block and looking out through a piece of cold finger-smeared window, you think the sunset is a star winking insolently at you, but the light dies in a beguiling flash of crimson and the moment passes. Soon the emptiness will be an...
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Most of the time,
I wish I had some personal love story
To write flowing words to.
Most of the time,
I can fool some with my clever
Verses based on imaginary romances.
One day,
I’ll mend a quilt with my own
Warm memories.
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You were different. We were different, ad I thought maybe that was why we worked. We fit each other’s holes, and where I aimed to be was where you already were; the same for you with me. We walked different paths, you and I. And I thought maybe two opposites could come to neutralize each other, maybe even complete each other. And yes, we intersected. For a split perfect moment that listed...
Let’s talk about us, for a change. Because I see you at your locker every day, and we awkwardly try to overcome this gap, if you will, where we exchange unusual formalities. Last year was splendid, and as grueling as it was work-wise, we got through all the random shit that was flung in our faces. And now, when things have calmed down to the point where your brother isn’t doing drugs and my aunt...
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Was It Worth It?
He was sick of being the boy who got asked to dinner for venting sessions rather than intimate connections. So he decided to change himself. He changed his style up to look older, spent his nights less sober, and decided to turn his personality much colder. He switched from nerdy glasses to contacts, from making friends to making money stacks, changing his mindset from hopeless romantic to...
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They say the couples that are ‘meant to be’ are hardly any different than other couples. The only difference is that whenever something is thrown their way, through tears and frustration, they make it work. They find a way to get through it, over it and understand it. Bringing them together.
Being ‘that’ couple isn’t easy for anyone. It’s work. It’s a...
I don’t understand how someone could judge you based on your mistakes, your past. I don’t understand how people would put their insignificant two cents into someone’s life without actually knowing the person. There’s a difference between knowing someone and knowing their mistakes. There’s a difference between knowing them and never actually spoken a word to them. I don’t get how people are going...
Breakups. There are three stages after a break up: grieving, accepting and moving forward. The first part after a relationship, is grieving. You feel as if you cannot live without them. You feel different, so unfamiliar with that feeling, that you decide go back to them. Because you’re trying to make that unfamiliar feeling go back to a normal state. But after you realize that the things...
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Are you aware of why you are single?
February 14th. That one day out of the whole year where people tend to exceedingly stress the loves of their lives or the fact that they’re so damn sexually frustrated because for another fifth or sixth consecutive year in a row, they’re without a dreaded valentine. Singles’ awareness? You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Finding the love of your life should be the last...
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Single Awereness
Frank didn’t have any friends left. Restlessness, he remembered his psychiatrist had called it, restlessness. That’s where he was right now. He looked through his phone, through a sea of endless names with parenthesis besides them describing the best way to hang with them. (Even that seemed to create turmoil in him, ‘hang’ wasn’t a word he should be using at this age – socialize, was much better)....
Single.
One word. As simple as that. But.. is one word really that simple?
It’s difficult to feel completely comfortable in an atmosphere of relationships and lovey-dovey couple-y things going on around you, while you sit there re-reading old messages on your phone- trying not to seem out of place.
What led to this position in our life? We can start with the beginning of the end. We can start with...
Problems With Being Single
Now for a good amount of Tumblr, including myself, being single sucks. You get jealous of all these cute couples and see how happy they are whether it’s in real life or all these videos/photos on social networks. Ms-newboobies has described the melting after effect of being called “baby”. There’s also the intimate aspect like hand-holding, cuddling, kisses, or even sex....
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The Search for Humanity on Craigslist
My name is Brian. I write non-fiction narrative prose, usually in long form. Here’s my submission, which is undoubtedly very appropriate for this weeks topic of “Single Awareness.”
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“The Search for Humanity on Craigslist”
With one hour left until 2010, Chris Backlum pulls up in his car in front of what is probably the brightest house in a quiet Orange County...
No Lover's an Island
So the one thing that can keep me moving and drive me forward is the very same thing that can pin me to the ground.
Love is what I seek and yearn and learned that I can’t live without, but I also learned that love is a tragic story told less by the faithful and more by the cynical, for a broken heart leaks inspired words, and these words will flow out from a mouth that prays for deus ex machinas...
I Like You But I’m too Scared to Talk to You, So...
I grow apprehensive as you are nearing me, we clasp eyes but only for a second as I flutter through my cluttered thoughts attempting to conjure the proper words to greet you cordially, I assuredly desire your affection and as you walk even closer I realize your body is artistry in motion and your face is equivalent to the sun rise, it’s the only thing on I’d be content with waking up to every...
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Touch the world. [Single-Awareness.]
He kissed the sky. He kissed her heart. One tender hand reached out to grab a fistful of red hair, flaming and licking up his shoulders and touching his heart where it mattered. The little freckles on her face were the earth, heavenly and voluptuous earth, its stones warming his fingers and the vibrant contours of her sweet bones. The land fit like a puzzle piece, sky and heaven with earth and...
This Week's Topic: Single Awareness
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Symphony Of the Mind
As I sit and cogitate allowing my words to imbricate one another the beautiful melodies of vocabulary inundate my brain, cavorting overtones run through my veins and expeditiously they allow musical notes of ardor to infect my body. I vibe to the music, granting it access to my heart so that it may sufficiently satisfy any desire I once had. I feed off this instrument as its key strokes...
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The waves of free particles,
Move about as smoothly
As a brush stroke on a blank canvas.
Brave and ambitious wanderers
Embark on journeys similar to those
Of unprecedented movements without force.
However, it is with this engulfing ocean of words
That I often find escape in when
The sea is too blue.
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First impressions.
There we sat, across from each other, hands only inches away. The aroma of coffee and my last cigarette still lingered in the air. First interview…
I was nervous, so naturally, I analyzed everything about him. His hands were large, veined, slightly rough looking. Too beaten up to be a writer’s. What was he then? A Russian spy, a serial killer, an assasin sent by the Guatemalan...
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it’s that 6 AM feeling you get when your insomniac tendencies point you towards restlessness. a restlessness you can’t ignore, something that threatens your sanity to the point of compulsory action. so you can’t help but to put on a jacket and step outside, into the cold that turns your breath into clouds and the wind that takes your breath away. a night that keeps the tip...
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care for a drink?
“I would like a glass of the universe with a splash of life please…To go please.”
The bartender looked at me with a concerned face, but made my drink. He gave it to me in a plastic bottle reminding me to recycle it, since the world is already littered enough with trash. I gave him my world and took the bottle home. I had ordered it before, but this one seemed different. The bottle glowed more...
Anonymous hate.
I find it utterly funny how someone anonymous comes and try to talk shit about you but they don’t even have the balls to actually confront you with their face. Pathetic. If you’re going to try to put your two cents into my life, try to say something or whatever, learn the truth first before you make yourself look like an idiot. The most ridiculous way to embarrass yourself is by ignorance.
While...
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masked.
She stands in front of mirror, staring analytically at her face. Her deep brown eyes looked back nonchalantly. She could see herself in her eyes.
She was beautiful.
Her eyes are round like almonds with just enough lashes for emphasis. The slightly un-groomed eye brows that brought natural texture to her face. The small healing acne scars looked more like light freckles sprinkled across from...
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First
It’s funny. I used to wake up in the morning so excited to see you, jumping right out of bed and everything. Then I saw you and you walked me to first period and hugged me. I don’t think I’d ever been so happy to go to school continuously without fail.
It’s sad. But now, things have changed. I’ve had trouble falling asleep, waking up, and getting out of bed. I know you’ll be there, but now I...
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unravel
They engage in conversation, seated at the edge of their seats anxiously awaiting for one another’s deeply thought responses. Words woven eloquently, peeling the layers of their character—carefully exposing their innocence, vulnerability, and passions.
Words woven eloquently, their voices reverberate against the plastered walls, laughter permeating the dimly lit room. Eight, nine, ten,...
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Hands
I know this woman from long ago, but i met her only thrice. Perhaps I should start with her face. She’s a mild woman, a woman that is malleable. Her eyes were brown, her face lacked a certain luster and her lips were thin. It wasn’t an interesting face nor was it an impressionable face, but there was something there. Something I couldn’t pinpoint. She could be any woman walking down the...
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Beauty
If the gods were to grant me the power to create the perfect man, then:
I’d give him deep, dark, bold eyes that turn any soul to stone – dead on their tracks, amazed at such beauty. His smile would be touched by Midas himself so that it always radiates a warm light of happiness that could melt the greediest of hearts. Prometheus’ gift to mankind would be his spirit – a shining beacon of hope...
The Beauty of Hypocrisy
Whether we want to admit it or not, we are all hypocrites. We can claim to live by certain principles, but we are all susceptible to the irrationality of human nature. The people who preach actions speak louder than words should come to look at themselves if they haven’t already. Their flaws are your flaws.
However, I think there’s a discovery that comes with being a hypocrite. We...
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Minimalism. Beauty.
The stars twinkle with gaiety for eternity, shading the earth with its umbrella radiance, they are but reflections. The marble gleams with wondrous, pristine majesty, it appears as a poor man’s mirror. The gentle forest stream caresses its sandy shores, soft and faintly warm in the summer, it is yet a shadow. Doves chortle through the morn, greeting the...
He held me in his arms today. He gently stroked my hair as my head laid on his chest. I could hear his heart beat as if it were beating in-sync with mines. Thump. Thump. Thump. I could feel his breath on my ear. It tingled a little and gave me goosebumps. We just laid there in silence until he finally opened his flushed pink colored lips and said, “I love how we can just lay here and not say a...
Trust. People take this lightly. Trust shouldn’t be given away like a mere piece of paper because trust is like gold. It comes with a price and as well as beauty. Before you say anything, let me explain, earning someone’s trust should be given or received within time because only within time, a person will show their true colors, so therefore time is the price. And once the trust has...
January 2012
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I love numbers. I just hate how they dictate my life, my happiness.
The numbers on the scale. The number of calories consumed and burned. The number on the tag on my jeans. The number of my band size. The number of my shoes.
The numbers in the grade book. The number of friends I have. The number of times I have helped someone. The number of times I have cheated myself. The number times I have...
This Week's Topic: Beauty/Hypocrisy
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But I'm not...
I love to write, but I sure ain’t no writer. I love to speak, but I sure ain’t no speaker. I love to dance, but I’m not a dancer. I love to rap, but I’m not a rapper. I like to take photos, but I sure ain’t a photographer. I like to cook, but I’m not a chef. I like to draw, but I’m not an artist. I love to be crafty, but I’m not crafty. I love to do...
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If you think about it in a way we all love pain.
We linger and hold onto things that kill us, we hurt immensely over the simplest things, we’re always given that choice to walk away but we never take it, we choose to stay even when we know how much it’s hurting us, we keep going back for more, never learning.
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