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I couldn’t tell. He was new territory. I threaded carefully. For his landscape was littered with traps. Past loves planted them and he willingly set them off to protect what little he held on to. Heartbreak pillages the bounties of our being.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.01.2012 @ 12:59 pm
now that i think about it, this is a really weird word. from annuciation it sounds like it’s a very dangerous word, like something that would probably kill you, like a drug or a military strategy or something. it reminds me of the word morbid. i like this word though. this word is super fucking cute
» Posted By ruben On 07.31.2012 @ 5:22 pm
I hadn’t seen her in the eyes. I refused to let her know how drunk I was. Yet as I reached for the paprika, she walked in the kitchen and smelled the weed and tequila on my clothes. This was the final straw. I woke up to a note and a half empty closet. Damn.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.28.2012 @ 11:07 pm
It was given as fact. It was such a sure thing that my mother was willing to bury the past she knew to be true, in order to satisfy what the prophet said had happened and will happened. She blamed her memories on an undiagnosed dementia.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.26.2012 @ 11:42 am
I couldn’t fucking believe someone would do that. What trigger had to set off such insanity. Why couldn’t he just point that gun to his head if he really had the itch to use a gun. Why did he have to make so many suffer. Why did he feel it was up to him to insert himself into the now traumatized minds of these poor victims.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.20.2012 @ 11:51 pm
I had to keep calm. The kids needn’t sense my despair. There dad was holding on. But I knew he wasn’t going to make it. I had to plan ahead. I had to start looking for the words to explain why he wouldn’t be coming home. I had to find the strength to fight on. I had to find the time to break down.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.19.2012 @ 2:11 am
I needed to remodel this apartment. It reeked of his adulterous ass and I wanted to fan his stench out. So I painted the walls white, very white. Figures he’d choose the mustard yellow that always bothered me. That rotten fool.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.17.2012 @ 12:39 am
In order to truly collect the memories of my experience, I had to adorn my armor with the medals given to me by the kings whose trust I’d earned. I would tell my children of these conquests, not because these were tales inscribed in my memory, but because I was always reminded to read behind the medal for a full story of that victory.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.16.2012 @ 8:07 pm
I had to let the music play. And I did. Like I always do. Because its the only thing I can do to keep from falling. Because these underground discos keep me afloat. And because my friends would curse me in the afterlife.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.16.2012 @ 1:17 am
I hadn’t thought that he might have been bait. He was too cute to pay any mind to my scarred face. Yet, it’d been so long since anyone gave me the time of day… or night. I was instantly taken. But as he led me out the door I held him close, afraid he was part of my brother’s gang, and afraid that this might be a dream.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.15.2012 @ 9:46 pm
I had become machine. They turned me on without permission. As I tried to sleep, they woke me up. I couldn’t close my eyes without being forced into another world. To make another world happen so they could continue existing.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.15.2012 @ 7:07 am
I hadn’t a clue how to work this machine. So I matched color to color and hoped for the best. To my surprise, that logic worked! But to my dismay, it turned the machine’s self-destruct mode. Shit! I had an hour to retrieve what I needed from this contraption.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.14.2012 @ 7:17 pm
The doors were open but I couldn’t see them. It was 4am and I was haunted by the possibility of my missing out on the chance of a lifetime. I was ready to go through great lengths to partake in what was guaranteed to be a concert to remember.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.14.2012 @ 4:05 am
It was time to remove these bandages that served as restraints from my reaching the full potential locked inside my limbs. I’ve been waiting months, and going over this moment so many times, like I’ve been living in the suspense and can’t remember any other feeling.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.13.2012 @ 9:06 am
I couldn’t risk another battle wound. The team was all out of supplies and worst of all… they were out of whiskey. I would have nothing to numb the sting that blood brings on its host.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.12.2012 @ 12:53 pm
I needed help but there was no one to turn to. I was a sensei-less ninja, a dealer without a distributor. This fight was unique and I was the one who had to set the rules. Even though I hoped no one would ever have to endure this suffering.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.12.2012 @ 12:16 am
It was a mere suggestion. Yet it bugged me. It bugged me so hard that she thought that somehow in her passing knowledge of nutrition, she could tell me why I am still fat. Why I couldn’t blame genetics. I’m sure my mountains of research, which shows I’m technically underweight, have nothing to say about why I don’t have my dream body despite my desperate attempts to reach perfection.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.10.2012 @ 4:33 pm
I have very little thoughts on this subject. I thought. My thoughts seemed to circle around the idea that I had none. I need to find a rope out of this dark well. The insecurity regarding my sanity is driving me well…insane. I couldn’t let anyone know I was out of touch, so I generated some vain opinion about it and acted as if I cared or knew what I was talking about. Lemmings always fall for that.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.09.2012 @ 3:38 pm
The bucket of tears couldn’t contain any more of my pity party’s eye vomit. I couldn’t control it. I hadn’t cried. I would almost swear I never had, but somehow my dry eyes of yesterday are ready to tell stories of when their streams were full as my memory is now vast and empty.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.08.2012 @ 11:26 pm
I had to stop and think of my next move. This game required we abide by the rules of the environment, regardless of how stupid they were. That was escapism, and authority was a luxury that an Anarchy seldom provided.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.06.2012 @ 8:20 pm
I had to arrest the thought that I might disintegrate before reaching the vial of matter. I was an English major who had to somehow save the world by employing the little knowledge he had in a field he thought he left in his high school years. Reciting Shakespeare would not cure a nation.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.05.2012 @ 11:04 pm
I had worked all day and was ready to fall asleep when he invited me over for a drink. I could understand why the railroad workers of yore fell prey to alcoholism. They were probably asked out to the bar by a cute guy on the nightly basis.
» Posted By Ruben On 07.03.2012 @ 3:14 pm
It was Saturday but I was broke, and I was lonely, but he was rich, and had bigger arms than my father. They were warm and full of money. My cold apartment soon turned into something I could call a home.
» Posted By Ruben On 06.29.2012 @ 7:51 pm
I couldn’t wait til Saturday came and I had an excuse to show off my new body. I’d never been comfortable enough to wear a tank top. But I figure, I’ve been working out and I’m lighter than I’ve ever been, I’m getting tanned, and they say that feeling good about yourself makes others see you positively. It also helped that I planned on getting hammered.
» Posted By Ruben On 06.29.2012 @ 2:30 pm
I had given up trying to fight my unhealthy relationship with food. We were Siamese twins who would die without the other. Obsessing over food was the reason I woke up.
» Posted By Ruben On 06.28.2012 @ 5:25 pm
Who knew what the ups and downs of the current state of my tiresome life were leading me. The only thing I was sure of, was that my body wouldn’t make it to the finish line in one piece. Not my tired eyes, or my sore knees, or my weak ankles, nor my injured wrists.
» Posted By Ruben On 06.28.2012 @ 1:39 am
I had to pack everything fast as I could. Her boss could be here any minute and if he found out that she was too sick to come to work again, it might be the end of her time here. But we need this job desperately, Molly is so sick.
» Posted By Ruben On 06.27.2012 @ 9:02 am
There was knock on the door. Shirley looked at me as if to order I open it. We paper, scissor, rocked for it. I lost. We had no peephole, so I had to ask, “who is it?” There was no response, just bullets through the keyhole.
» Posted By Ruben On 06.26.2012 @ 9:33 pm
I had become a dealer. I don’t know how it happened but I knew I couldn’t refuse the money. Molly was getting sicker every day and my minimum wage job didn’t exactly buy top shelf medicine. She understood that I did it for her, but I was afraid she hated herself for it. I wanted in and out of this business, but I don’t think it worked that way. Nothing that offered personal gain was ever that quick and painless.
» Posted By Ruben On 06.26.2012 @ 3:53 pm
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I couldn’t continue this false existence. This facade. I had to tell her. The sperm wasn’t mine. The three boys who ran and tormented, and made her life worth living, were hers alone. I had given them nothing but my last name and a home. Would she care? She would surely notice when their hair turns red.
» Posted By Ruben On 06.25.2012 @ 12:43 am