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They say the traditional way to have a relationship is to acquiesce to all their demands. Just give in. Believe what they want you to belive. But what does that mean to your true thoughts? What does that mean to who you are?
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 08.12.2017 @ 5:26 pm
Why do some of us have so many shoes? I’m a guy. I shouldn’t have so many shoes…What am I writing, I can do better.
Her shoes scattered across the bedroom floor. Countless girls’ nights and tinder dates come to mind as she watched them bounce and tumble, like so many pebbles rolling down into a ditch. He scared her when he was like this….really she was scared all the time. She stopped really knowing if it was him who scared her, or if she was just always scared.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 05.12.2017 @ 5:13 pm
Grease stains criss crossed my apron like i’ll defined grill marks. Sweat poured from my brow in the sweltering summer time kitchen. It took suite a lot of effort to not have it drip in the frialator, where they would sputter and cause small spittles of grease to burn my fore arms. This is not the situation i thought i’d be in when I received the opportunity of a lifetime.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 09.20.2016 @ 2:46 pm
Oh well there is a topic i don’t love. I date…Sometimes…..Sometimes I’m serious…sometimes I’m not. In the bast few years I have had things that could have gone really really well….but they didn’t. I thought they just weren’t meant to be…But then I sometimes think I submarined it. Do I sabotage myself? why would I do that? I want a relationship so bad….at least I think I do.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 08.04.2016 @ 4:17 pm
My boss shouted over the din of tourists, bikers and young people looking for trouble or fun or both. It was bike week in Laconia, New Hampshire. A mass of people clamored for greasy food at our concession stand. One of many that sat, surrounded by this sea of humanities, like plywood buoys in the rough northern seas. I filled up the fryolators with some more fresh cut fries. I looked up while wiping sweat off my brow. I heard a laugh that pierced through the rest of the cacophony. I turned to the sound and I saw her. And my life changed.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 07.30.2016 @ 11:49 am
The climate changes everytime I step outside. I’m not talking about the weather, I’m talking about the experience of my life. The flow of humanity is new every time I pass the threshold of my door. People, stories, lives, hidden tragedies, all flow pass my eyes. I skip the next track on my music, and pass it all by.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 07.23.2016 @ 12:40 pm
“In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine…” The song crooned out of a small turn dial tv sitting in the corner of the filthy, blood stained apartment. Jeremiah looked at the TV and saw a blond singer with an acoustic guitar sitting on a stool. He looked like he needed a shower. Jeremiah didn’t know who the singer was was, but he didn’t like him. He sneered at the TV before he shot two 9mm rounds into it.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 07.18.2016 @ 2:45 pm
My armor is now weak. Rusted, broken, and full of weak points. But I wear it still. There is more to it than just physical defense. It is a symbol. A symbol of my defiance to your actions. It is my shield against the hostile universe, not matter what blows it can absorb or not.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 07.16.2016 @ 12:40 pm
It’s spring time in New England. Flowers, leaves, sunshine, bikinis, cookouts, and the bugs. Everything has a seedy underbelly….even teh warmer months. little did she know that the sting she received last weekend at the beach party, would have such an impact on her life.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 06.04.2015 @ 1:30 pm
What do Kids do these days? Have you seen that movie Kids? Is it still like that. I have no idea. Kids still skate I guess….do they still spread hiv at 15? Maybe. Is it close minded that I only think about the USA when I have these thoughts. I’m sure they are in other parts of the world.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 05.07.2015 @ 2:58 pm
Two racoons were riding a tandem bicycle…..and that is when i knew the drugs had kicked in….I’m not quite sure which drugs they were, the thoothless redneck had called it ‘rat dust’…but whatever it was….fucking powerful
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 04.28.2015 @ 1:11 pm
We all offer up part of ourselves to life….Why do I always start these with ‘we’ or ‘we all’? Do i want to disconnect from committing to having these thoughts be ablut myself? Are they about myself? Is all of my problems stemming from just projecting things that are really internal on external factors? Isn’t that a bitch.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 01.21.2015 @ 2:11 pm
All along the watch tower….Maybe there is no way out of here…..We may just keep circulating. Soulds, energy, or just pure nothingness and life. Bounching around this plane of existance forever. It seems to me all the people who think there is a way out of here into an after life…are the ones that casue all the trouble.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 06.13.2014 @ 2:08 pm
Gold flakes fell from her. Pieces of her memoriers, her loves,/ and her saddness slipped away as old skin off a snake. How precious are these losses? do they make up who she is? who she was or who she will become?
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 03.26.2014 @ 2:49 pm
What is thr mechism of dispair? Of joy?…….god I sound emo….why do we try to analyze the root of our emotions instead of just trying to deal with them…..we like to think of our emotions as comming from outside ourselves….but they don’t…they as much a part of us as our fingers or toes. We need to deal with them the same way….I wish this was as easy to do as to say.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 12.09.2013 @ 3:35 pm
I don’t think I have an aura. I feel like i project nothing. I’m just a rock that the aura stream of the universe flows around. pushing and pulling all that ENERGY THAT SADLY PASSES ME BY. Opps i hit caps. Does that mean something? Can they hear me?
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 09.06.2013 @ 3:33 pm
I didn’t want to remember her. But the one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind was her hair. Always messy but always sexy. Soft and auburn, it lasted in my memory like campfire coals. I would find strands of it still, on my jacket, in the laundry, on the floor of my car. I knew them as hers by feel. Each strand was another turn of the screw that seems to slowly burrow in my heart.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 05.13.2013 @ 8:52 am
White bubbles with oil rainbow surfaces. Cleaning away our grime and our fears. Is that so? Is fear a thing that can just be washed away? Can insecurities be disinfected? What is a soap for the soul. A chance for us to start again with a fresh feeling of clarity.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 05.10.2013 @ 10:35 am
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Ancient shades closing in on my troubled mind. The crunching pins of ages converging on my self. My self? what is that?….Is your self but a shade? When we are dust and worms, what will ‘self’ be? memories? Loves? feelings? Are we only here for our time? or do our tendrils stretch in to infinity? Are we tired to should form other epochs? shades from the river of time? Drowned member of the continuum? It either doesn’t matter at all….or it matter more than you could ever know?….And I don’t think anyone knows the answer.
» Posted By Eric Herlihy On 04.12.2009 @ 7:48 pm