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So many so many verbs left without release in the pages of my vomited ideas. How many how many times do I need to restart? When will these stories know the end? When will I?

» Posted By Ruben On 06.21.2013 @ 11:21 am


I need to start creating. Something needs to fill these walls. Needs to find its way into the confinement of these unbought frames. I need to see what I think. When words are not enough.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.20.2013 @ 10:51 pm


I’d been living in Ventura for two years and never once stepped into the ocean. Today was no different in that matter. But I did wander into the beach. Sand under me. Wind caressing me. It all made sense to leave the water in peace for just another day.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.19.2013 @ 6:56 pm


How to approach this situation? His usually sleeved arms were now naked revealing perfect shoulders. But more breathtaking were his scars which told the story of his pain and his survival. If I thought I liked him before, now I’m sure I feel something more.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.16.2013 @ 10:46 am


I knew nothing of design or picture. Yet I knew more than anything that I wanted to animate for a living. Writing stories wasn’t enough. I needed to be the one to lead my stories to the media. To truly orchestrate their telling and consumption. I needed to make sure they breathed the way they were meant to. Not the way some other artist’s hands told him they were meant to move.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.14.2013 @ 1:12 pm


I hadn’t incurred the plight of his will just yet. But I knew I was pushing it. Still I knew he wanted me. And worse, I knew he was really in control. Despite my rebellion and my hard exterior, he was after all, still king of me.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.13.2013 @ 12:01 pm


I couldn’t run. I couldn’t move. I could only stare deeply into this creatures eyes. Thought maybe if we found a transcendent connection he would refrain from devouring me with those majestic limbs. I bowed. It growled. He let me live. We walked together.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.12.2013 @ 11:51 am


As I fell into the pit I knew I wouldn’t miss it. I wouldn’t miss the sun and it’s light. I wouldn’t miss the time and its plight. I wouldn’t even miss you and the love which let me get this far. I was complete in peace and I needed nothing more than to drift into darkness. Let me fall…

» Posted By Ruben On 06.11.2013 @ 7:26 pm

As I stood and watch my work surrender to the rain I felt release. I was free. Enslaved all those years tho this piece of what I prayed would be considered art, only to be enslaved to another project soon after this was done. I had to learn to live outside the confines of my self worth.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.11.2013 @ 12:41 pm


I’d tried to ignore the deafening yells of my empty wallet. Looking for meaning and bills to fill it’s abyss. Yet I pretended that bills didn’t exist. That need didn’t exist. Only my desire for material felt real. My hunger was only satiated by partaking in consumerism.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.08.2013 @ 12:31 pm


It had to be done. I had to partake in this snippet of emotions. Ride out the high as they say. I had to make peace with insanity and harming self realizations.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.07.2013 @ 11:07 am

This year was already shaping up to be a vignette of bad decisions. And we’ve only reached June. Here’s to another six months of come what may…

» Posted By Ruben On 06.06.2013 @ 12:14 pm


I was to create tonight. Wine and boredom and poverty my muses. Who knew it would end up the way it did. But one thing led to another that led to you inside me. And I didn’t say no because I knew it was written long before I began today’s chapter. Somehow our pieces formed a sexual mosaic that was slammed against my walls.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.05.2013 @ 7:19 pm

I loved making a bigger picture out of the smaller inspirations I dug up around me. It was a gift that I was often complimented on, but never paid for. I’ve thought deeply about doing what you love for a living, but can I seriously live an artist’s lifestyle if my parents disapprove?

» Posted By Ruben On 06.05.2013 @ 11:41 am


What is the opposite of being true to your friends? Would it be suing them? Because I’m suing Mario. Heck, I don’t mind burning this bridge if it’ll keep me from going into debt. I might make money. And really, money can buy me a whole new set of friends. Not to mention tuition…

» Posted By Ruben On 06.04.2013 @ 10:49 pm


Funny that yesterday’s word now threatens me with today’s topic. The bills have piled and I have no way to keep sane. I am unstable. Can’t keep job. Can’t keep head straight. Broken. Like the friendship I once cherished. He did this to me. And I was too loyal to tell. Loyalty is overrated.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.03.2013 @ 9:44 pm


I hadn’t thought of it for a while. I missed them, yes, of course. I hadn’t found friends like them in the years since I betrayed their trust then moved away leaving them with open wounds which I poorly healed from afar through a steady payment plan which only covered the money they were aware of me stealing, not the actual total amount I’d taken. Heck, even I didn’t know how much I took from the Treasury fund.

» Posted By Ruben On 06.02.2013 @ 11:08 pm


I do believe this means that nothing can grow here. It has been tried before by greater men and yet this still cannot bloom. Yet I’ve inherited this desert and I know not what to do. To sit alone in silence amid the dry surroundings would surely drive me mad.

» Posted By Ruben On 05.31.2013 @ 6:12 pm


And with debt and with fears and anxiety I was thrown into my 24th Summer. It was the year of the snake. And I was struggling against the sands of time. To

» Posted By Ruben On 05.20.2013 @ 5:38 pm


I must stop spending money I don’t have. It’s a crime and I’ve been punished for it before. What can I do then to fill the void which only finds sedation when purchasing clothes I don’t need.

» Posted By Ruben On 01.07.2013 @ 7:28 pm


He couldn’t be himself. He couldn’t be another. He had trouble being. But no trouble moving. Forward. Backwards. Inwards, Mostly.

» Posted By Ruben On 11.30.2012 @ 6:28 pm


It was too long before I knew what happiness was. I still have trouble recognizing whether I’m truly happy or just relieved to be rid of loneliness. I loved my family, but it took them too long to realized they loved me too.

» Posted By Ruben On 11.29.2012 @ 10:32 pm


It wasn’t until the last drop spilled that I realized the effects of the potion were instant. No waiting. No sooner. No later. Just now. And boy, let me say this, nothing could have prepared me for what was next…

» Posted By Ruben On 11.25.2012 @ 8:23 pm


There was a charge to living free. At first I thought it was merely my sanity. A price I didn’t mind as I’d assumed I lost it years ago. Then I found that the true cost of living free is beauty. I hadn’t much left after years of suffering, still, life took what was left and let me free. A battered wretched soul.

» Posted By Ruben On 10.20.2012 @ 8:42 pm


new ideas coming in like edifices over ancient forests. Crumbling foliage, grazing of dirt, for new hopes and metropolis dreams.

» Posted By Ruben On 10.10.2012 @ 5:51 pm


If it were possible to get him into my bed tonight I would die a happy man. My friends would raise a toast to me and my accomplishments. They’d masturbate to the sex tape.

» Posted By Ruben On 10.06.2012 @ 11:22 am


It was a riot. Unadulterated an full of vigor. I could have stopped it.But why should I? This was entertaining. And goodness knows I needed a little fun in my life. So I let these women batter it out like alley cats. I figured I’d take the sweatiest one home.

» Posted By Ruben On 10.05.2012 @ 1:10 pm


There wasn’t any time to dismantle the wall brick by brick. We had to abolish it all at once. For my mother had little time left and we needed to find a way to settle our affairs. Oh death that come so soon after wounds have finally healed.

» Posted By Ruben On 10.04.2012 @ 12:42 pm


It had been years since we had anything to do with one another. Yet here we were. Somehow fate decided it wasn’t done with us. That it wanted to play one last game. We had no choice but to go along and abide by life’s rules.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.28.2012 @ 1:14 pm


It wasn’t like I needed them. It was time to fly the coop and this time I’d have nothing holding me back. Not a crying mother or a worried lover. It was up to me now to save this planet, me and only me.

» Posted By Ruben On 09.27.2012 @ 10:24 am

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