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It hurt to see him leave. But only momentarily. There were bigger things at stake and I couldn’t afford any distractions. My other option was to kill him, but I could never bring myself to see the life go out of those lips that once lit me up. I sharpened my tool as he walked away, knowing well I had no other choice.

» Posted By Ruben On 04.09.2012 @ 8:08 am

It wasn’t enough to erase me from your memory, but to erase the footprint you left in my heart was cruel. Now I walked the Earth wondering why I felt a void. A void no amount of love, friendships, and drugs could ever fill. I died unfulfilled. I died incomplete.

» Posted By Ruben On 04.08.2012 @ 11:57 pm


It was cold and the trees had lost any glimmer of sun a leave might keep for a day like this. I guess the wind had done its job of sweeping away the green joy that once occupied the tree’s branches. But where does this happiness go?

» Posted By Ruben On 04.07.2012 @ 10:20 pm

As if by some miracle my left arm would regain its strength, I returned to the fight scene in hopes to get my sister back. Even if it cost me the arm I would later miss. I could bare it more than missing Alma.

» Posted By Ruben On 04.07.2012 @ 7:28 pm

And my arms like branches, thin and sensitive. Would no doubt break if I tried to carry the weight of my shame. But I was drunk, and rich and anonymous so I didn’t care. It would be some time before I cared, and even then, this stage didn’t last long.

» Posted By Ruben On 04.07.2012 @ 3:20 pm


I didn’t know where to hide from him. Home was two miles away and it was 10pm. The streets were dark since reconstruction of the bridge began, and all the businesses seemed to be closed. I walked faster. But so did he. I was scared at this point. So scared I forgot I’d lost my keys.

» Posted By Ruben On 04.04.2012 @ 10:23 pm

It wasn’t as hood as I imagined she was going for. But then again, I’ve never had expectations for anyone, why start with her? Why am I so used to disappointment? I wonder if this is how we grow senile. We just lose hope in human beings. Let down too many times to aim high.

» Posted By Ruben On 04.04.2012 @ 11:37 am


I can’t do any kick flips or anything notable on the skateboard really. Specially not in these stupid espadrilles. Who the fuck invented them? Sure they look fashionable and cute as fuck, but after an hour on them your feet are sure to have bruises for days.

» Posted By Ruben On 04.03.2012 @ 10:42 pm


He was so patient with me, as he always is. He has the type of eyes you couldn’t lie to. So I try to speak as little to him as possible. It might slip from my lips, that I want his to rest on mine.

» Posted By Ruben On 04.02.2012 @ 7:41 pm


I didn’t smoke, and hadn’t smoked since those hazy nights in college were mere memories. But I couldn’t refuse. She’d been so good to me. And I liked being around her. Was she the remedy to a broken heart?

» Posted By Ruben On 04.01.2012 @ 12:53 pm


There was nothing she could do to win me over. The usual charm she’d exude to try and persuade me was not there any longer. Or was there something in me I’d lost that night I found her with a woman. I still think she’s sexy. But I’m not attracted to her. It’s like trying to be sexual with a marble statue.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.31.2012 @ 10:15 pm


And when it’s done, it’ll be wet. Because my heart is done yes, my heart just let. You into cold water with a burning oil. You slipped right past, yes, you took your toil.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.31.2012 @ 5:03 am

Twas brillig and the slithy toves did Ruben memorize the gave. All brillig were the borogoves and the torture ungrave. Nevertheless, it was Monday and school was to begin breeding parasites anew.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.31.2012 @ 4:57 am

It hadn’t rained on my plans for the last few days. Even obstacles I thought I would have to hurdle over, turned out to be non existent. Only an issue I’d exploded in my head. Why am I always waiting for things to turn sour?

» Posted By Ruben On 03.30.2012 @ 11:23 am


They couldn’t captivate me with their biceps, buns, and chests. I was better than them even if my physique did not compare. I could do things they try to brush off, because when they release the lions, all the strength in the world couldn’t hold them back. But it didn’t take all the speed or endurance I had to outrun them.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.28.2012 @ 1:27 pm


I had caught him in a lie. But who did he think he was fooling? I am a man who had the misfortune of being raised by a pair of liars. So as wolf boy learned to hunt with tooth and nail, I learned to lie, secreting a venom.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.28.2012 @ 10:51 am

It was time for me to put these skills to use. I needed to attain that which had been lost for generations. It wasn’t a burden to bring consciousness to my people, but it was a task which I carried like a cross between my bossom.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.28.2012 @ 8:10 am


I was becoming undeniably unfit. I had to admit it to myself before moving on. I started by cutting most things off my diet that weren’t fruit or coffee. My work out was to commence tomorrow. But I couldn’t go to the gym without letting him see how fat I’d become. But dammit I need to get my moneys worth.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.26.2012 @ 10:54 pm


I had to make money fast. I didn’t have any and that was the problem. Nothing that would make residual income. I knew only how to spend it and was never taught how it found its way into my Louis Vuitton wallet all those years.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.24.2012 @ 6:23 am

There was no sign of wear or tear where there was once vomit color slipping out of my scalp. I now had a hue unmatched by anyone in my vicinity. The more likely they were to spot me, but also to revere me. I say, come at me, I’m ready, and you better be too.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.24.2012 @ 1:22 am


for safe keeping. For memory. For me. Formidable. Foe? If past were presents enemy, then sure, lets call it foe. As we so often fight past selves. In order for selves that have yet to walk, to attain their first breath.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.23.2012 @ 12:59 am

I couldn’t find in this vast storage space, the pieces I’d stored for the day life stored for my ultimate exam, wherein I had only to piece all of me together and create a weapon sharp enough to conquer fears I did not know I had.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.23.2012 @ 12:26 am

I was shaking like no other, hugged it tight like a mother. Moving to the beat, the beat beat beat. Trying to keep my swag while I lost control.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.22.2012 @ 11:42 am


I was en route to a better physique. Now that the 26 mile hurdle was out of my way, I only had my upper strength to focus on. My wrist of cotton would learn to be of steel in due time.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.21.2012 @ 8:36 pm


I wanted everything to look perfect. It was to prove something. To qualify myself in front of people I have always considered my underlings but of whom I still ask for acceptance. These contradictions reveal the insecurities I am completely aware of, but just haven’t explored.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.20.2012 @ 12:16 pm


And as I crossed the end of the line, I realized the reason I’d pushed myself harder than the sentinel in the highlighter yellow shoes was to impress him. But why? What insecurity fit inside 26.2 miles?

» Posted By Ruben On 03.19.2012 @ 1:11 am


I couldn’t get the mechanism to work. Why? Because it wasn’t ingrained in me to learn the complexities of the most insignificant machinery. A pattern repeated through my lineage. Luckily, none of my ancestors were watch makers.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.16.2012 @ 2:29 am

There was no use in pretending the top matched the bottom. Plaid and dots just clashed in this atrocious mix of fabrics. I would be fired for this no doubt. But I hadn’t the time to change anything. My best bet was that they just wouldn’t notice the display until tomorrow.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.15.2012 @ 7:31 pm

There was a pattern I couldn’t seem to break. The addictive behavior of spending what wasn’t mine must be some inherited disease. I didn’t like it and it made me itch like a dope fiend scratches his ant filled skin.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.15.2012 @ 12:11 pm


It was no small task. To acquire the entire town’s signature for what was to be the most selfless thing I’d done until then. But I took it upon myself to achieve this goal, for the greater good.

» Posted By Ruben On 03.13.2012 @ 3:15 pm

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