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It began as just a way to get attention.
To bury oneself in shock and awe.
To finally stand out amongst the crowd of down gazers,
noses plugged into whatever is happening
anywhere but here.
But your little stunt snapped them into the present.
Like a tiny lightbulb flash.
Making them have to actually come face-to-face with
what they think they might have witnessed.
Thanks David Blaine.

» Posted By NuSol On 05.24.2017 @ 6:44 am


High up in the dusty attic.
A box.
Flaps weaved shut.
Below the layers of newspaper clips from a better time.
The final recording of his voice, his radio show,
lie dormant.
He worked his whole life to make them.
Call it a feebile attempt to try an make something, anything, that could out last time.
But a generation later,
it is but a fool’s errand.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.18.2017 @ 7:57 am


They crawl across the dark living room wall,
as if to be a gentle, almost ghostly warning shot
that the hard conversation,
the one that can’t be avoided,
is about to explode
as soon as he parks.
The only thing standing in the way
is a sullen walk up the driveway.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.13.2017 @ 5:49 am


sirens echo down cavern streets
like a master calling out for a lost dog.
the anticipation of what could be wrong,
what might be wrong,
what’s definitely not okay lay at its destination.
it’s only a place for those
with a certain knowledge, that of the medical variety.
no boy scouts allowed.

» Posted By NuSol On 09.22.2015 @ 8:04 am


it doesn’t matter what else you’re doing right now.
putting away the groceries can wait.
flip off the tv.
Get on the phone and call your senator, damn it!
stop the texting about how you can’t believe your boss is making your work the weekend.
There’s real stuff going on in the world.
And it’s way more serious than
whatever 1st world inconveniences
are bugging you.

» Posted By NuSol On 09.10.2015 @ 7:37 am


the same thing.
I clock in. stare. day dream.
clock out.
go home. tv.
no adventure.
no spice.
nothing to break this cycle of sameness.
Is this what teachers meant by you can be anything
when you grow up?
they meant be nothing?

» Posted By NuSol On 08.07.2015 @ 8:30 am


piercing the placidness
of the everyday grind.
Shaking that Groundhog’s Day movie
Shattering your tunnel vision,
forcing you to see that maybe every moment is special.
Maybe every single moment is worth paying attention to.

» Posted By NuSol On 08.04.2015 @ 6:36 am


buzzing through the sky like
V-shaped musketeers.
One for all,
slicing through the clouds,
honking like rush hour
or big rigs
chugging down a highway
making sure that everyone
stay out their way.

» Posted By NuSol On 07.27.2015 @ 7:21 am


in the middle of the vast
it’s floating.
limp, but present.
waiting like nothingness
for a train that will never come.
But don’t let it fool you.
One bite,
and life as you know it
is over.

» Posted By NuSol On 07.22.2015 @ 6:39 am


sweat beads down
his forehead.
his eyes, focused
with a piercing stare.
he can endure this self-inflicted pain
he puts himself through.
he can do it for the beach.

» Posted By NuSol On 07.07.2015 @ 8:10 am


above whatever
tarnish you thought
would keep you comfortable.
that’s where it lives.
one octave higher
than just okay.
many attempts don’t make it.
they sound hoarse,
out of key,
like you want to give up.
but nothing sounds sweeter than
finally nailing it.

» Posted By NuSol On 06.17.2015 @ 6:09 am


All it takes
is strapping on your crown,
giving the ol’ girl two kicks,
a quick rev to remind your stagnant blood
i can flow again,
then it’s just you and
the road.
Some might say it’s lonely.
But pretending to be just another sheep
in the flock
when you know there’s more to you than that,
well, that is the loneliest thing
on Earth.

» Posted By NuSol On 06.16.2015 @ 6:23 am

All it takes
is strapping on your crown,
giving the ol’ girl two kicks,
a quick rev to remind you just how alive you
how alive you are,
and it’s just you
and the road.
Some might say it’s lonely.
But pretending to be just another sheep
in the flock
when you know you’re more more than just another one,
that, that is the loneliest thing
on Earth.

» Posted By NuSol On 06.16.2015 @ 6:19 am


it’s the same thing.
Like the movie Groundhog’s Day.
Wake up.
Do nothing.
Say boring hi to the same boring faces.
Never once thinking about
what’s beyond the highway.
Never wondering what if things were different.
Never wondering if
maybe there’s someone in an alien land
here on Earth
that feels that same dull
as you.

» Posted By NuSol On 06.09.2015 @ 7:00 am


it’s there.
years of the daily grind
down each leg
there, knowing everything you
only hope you could remember
or forget.
Every memory
on each leg
of your faded jeans.

» Posted By NuSol On 05.29.2015 @ 6:31 am


scribble your name,
your thoughts,
your one fleeting shred of
pretending to care
about this thing I have to live with.
scribble your name,
and go on with your normal,
convenient life.
Not the daily wrapping,
stiff-stuck world I’m suffering with.
Aren’t you such a good person?

» Posted By NuSol On 05.11.2015 @ 7:20 am


the sound of pitter-patter
the only thing that drowns it out
is the offbeat rhythm
of the accompanying heartbeat,
the sweat beading on the brow,
and the dream slowly dying
that although he thought he could make it,
there was no way he was going to
make his connecting flight.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.08.2015 @ 7:52 am


You take,
and take.
And never give.
The universe revolves around you,
at least so you think.
And once you’re done taking away all the life blood,
all the heart and soul from your victim,
you move one
with no remorse.
But you don’t know that your existence
is lonely,
You don’t know you’ll never have a friend
or a place to call home.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.01.2015 @ 8:08 am


at the crossroads
of back then
and sometime tomorrow,
that is where you’ll find me.
below the surface
of a dark abyss,
my own liquid purgatory.
With no goals,
no ideals,
no nothing to call home.

» Posted By NuSol On 03.30.2015 @ 7:36 am


it meshes,
the men run in
behind each other
like a twisted
game of follow the leader.
they inch down the floor
the bouncing ball sound
just a bit off
beat with the patter of their feet.
three men,
the same uniform,
like the threads of a persian rug
only halfway made.

» Posted By NuSol On 12.14.2014 @ 3:11 am


the pain cracked like lightning
up his leg.
the tears rolled into
a soft whimper
and a balled fist
clinching a the bed rail
for dear life.
but he refused to scream out,
refused to call out for help,
refused to acknowledge
the severe pain.

» Posted By NuSol On 05.15.2014 @ 6:20 am


he sat and listened,
at full attention, like a soldier,
as she talked.
it wasn’t lust.
it was respect.
it was awe and wonder,
it was a reverence for
her perspective.

» Posted By NuSol On 05.08.2014 @ 8:03 am


a sea of bodies
pulsed up and down the concourse,
moving in every direction like fire ants
ready to strike.
Food courts and gifts shops
and bars and walkways,
all lined with people on a mission;
people temporarily stranded in this
man-made purgatory
of blandness.

» Posted By NuSol On 05.07.2014 @ 9:24 am


that’s what was visible,
the moment he opened his eyes.
his face was one the red, rocky soil.
his spaceman visor, shattered.
he was surprised he could breathe
and that he was still alive.
But wasn’t surprised he was
the only man for millions of miles.

» Posted By NuSol On 05.01.2014 @ 9:41 am


where is everyone?
the invitation said 6pm,
so i get here at 6
and nothing.
Nothing but an empty warehouse.
A table,
a single chair.
And absolutely no one.
Maybe I have the wrong address?
Maybe I imagined there was a party?
Maybe I was lost
in a bucket of hope?
Hoping I had real friends.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.30.2014 @ 7:36 am


when one side is winning,
one side has the upperhand
and no one else can undermind
the flow of things.
it’s playing your cards right,
making every right move in
life’s chess game.
Or checkers,
if that’s what you’re into.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.23.2014 @ 8:30 am


allow yourself to believe,
to think that things can happen,
to wonder if maybe, just once
things can work out in your favor.
it’s not that you can’t do it.
Nor that you don’t want to.
it’s that you can if you just put your mind to it.
that things are actually possible.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.21.2014 @ 8:11 am


the whole room was bare,
only a single table sit in the cetner.
an ominous light hovering above
it like an alien craft
about to burn in a crop circle.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.18.2014 @ 7:12 am


he strolled in,
confident, bold,
all around were people
sipping cocktails
and merlot.
but he persisted,
weaving through the mass
of indifference.
he step right to the artist
who, herself was a little loss in
the drone of the excitement.
And he said with little hesitation,
i’ll take it.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.17.2014 @ 6:18 am


underneath pounds
of pressure and memories
and those things
few people mention
between tight lips.
and bruised
and quivering in a corner.
That is where his withered
confidence lived.

» Posted By NuSol On 04.16.2014 @ 5:45 am

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