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He picked up the rock and examined it. It was smooth, and not exactly what you should find in the middle of a field. Turning it over revealed an inscription. Strange, he thought, that’s not English. He put it in his pocket, but it began to get hotter, and hotter and HOTTER. He dropped it back in the field and left it there permanently.
» Posted By Graham On 02.11.2015 @ 10:23 am
There was a neon glow coming from the new sign in front of the store. The manager was now the proud owner of a hot pink neon sign. “Michael’s” it read below it a smaller sign reading “open”.
» Posted By graham On 05.29.2013 @ 11:04 pm
I launched my heart into the stratosphere. It was stuck in the mud when you came along and gave me a rocket to ride. Now Im so high I cant feel gravity trying to pull me back. Im long gone from that place and free to float as I please up here in space.
» Posted By graham On 05.25.2013 @ 12:40 am
Quiet, then – a thought bubbles up. Bloink! A new idea is born. The thought becomes an action. The action effects change. The change takes over the world. The world is different. People are different. People think.
» Posted By Graham On 02.05.2013 @ 12:16 pm
What is a zone? Some might say a zone is a place where one can collect their thoughts. Some may say the zone is a metaphorical place that describes a concentrated state, a focused mind and body. I say a zone is where youcan’t park. Perhaps a place where your car may be towed. A zone could also be a place where hard hats are required.
» Posted By Graham On 08.16.2012 @ 8:45 pm
In the fast winds,
at the top of spindles and grey sticks
amidst a sudden rush
The small voice of a thrush.
» Posted By Graham On 06.09.2012 @ 10:09 pm
If only I could go through the same metamorphic transformation. Perhaps one day I shall cocoon from this hideous monster into a beautiful butterfly.
» Posted By Graham On 02.08.2012 @ 7:28 pm
Is it form or is it reason? Where does it come from? It comes from somewhere within. It sounds cliche, but where else could it come from? It overpowers and overwhelms and inundates relentlessly until you submit.
» Posted By Graham On 10.26.2011 @ 11:51 am
YERFACE! is in my business again & my bank account is dying.
» Posted By Graham On 09.14.2011 @ 12:04 pm
I held my blanket close to me. So soft and warm. The ultimate comfort – especially in these cold winter nights. It’s old now, but it has served oh so well. Plus, it’s green. I can’t go wrong with anything that’s green. It’s lost most of its fluff, but again, that’s okay. It has the memories, and those are enough to keep me warm.
» Posted By Graham On 06.20.2011 @ 3:55 am
I saw the train blast by like a bullet. No sound, no feeling. Faster than my eyes could handle. I wish I was on that train. Going wherever it may roam.
» Posted By Graham On 06.15.2011 @ 11:17 pm
A train station. It was very busy there, plenty of passengers running to and fro looking for their luggage or their appropriate loading spot. There was a lost child too. Not screaming or crying, but standing there with a look of bewilderment
» Posted By Graham On 06.14.2011 @ 11:25 pm
Well you use this to package things which is always fun. I mean don’t you just love styrofoam? It makes a squeaky-ish noise whenever you break it or try to cut into it with a knife. I haven’t actually done that but recently I saw an episode of a TV show where there we policemen and they were solving a case about a wedding cake made of styrofoam after the happy couple cut into the cate. Weird.
» Posted By Graham On 04.22.2011 @ 3:39 pm
Attached to something or knowing about something thats going on.
» Posted By Graham On 04.07.2011 @ 7:42 am
One last breath before I sink like a stone in the sea. My approach to life has always been this forward- let what’s going to happen happen, for life’s not in your control. And when your stone has sunk to the bottom of the riverbed think back on how grateful you are for even being there. Always, always, always be grateful for being here.
» Posted By Graham On 03.22.2011 @ 7:19 pm
oh shit, my friend is writing on this same word right now. she didn’t want to write about policy and so I told her to write about not wanting to write about policy and that policy fucking sucks. Policy does suck, but like any other thing, it is necessary sometimes to order the imminent chaos in life.
» Posted By Graham On 03.21.2011 @ 6:11 pm
This idea’s I have are nonsense. None of them are real, articulated thoughts. None have meaning, the meaning is just assumed by the reader of these words. That is the craft of writing; I let these words flow from my head like a bee during a beautiful summer day, and it is when these words reach you, a flower, that these letters and words start to form meaning.
» Posted By Graham On 03.08.2011 @ 4:57 pm
I was never going to be in love with her. I was probably never even going to date her. But we had spent months of time simply talking; was it wrong that I thought I was going to be rewarded for such behavior? But as I sit at this table at some party with some kid and watch as she is swept away but some stranger, I can’t help but feel robbed. Let’s just take this one drink at a time.
» Posted By Graham On 03.07.2011 @ 11:12 am
Tomorrow will be another day. These past few weeks, months, years, seemed to have all been swept up together into one. But tomorrow, yes, tomorrow I will realize all I have done. I will be thankful for those and that around me. Life will reveal her mysteries to me and my boy life wonder shall resume. Yes, tomorrow is another day.
» Posted By Graham On 03.06.2011 @ 5:21 pm
easy. understandable. fundamental. Not complex, something in its simplest form. The first step in learning is to learn the basics.
» Posted By Graham On 03.01.2011 @ 8:02 pm
I watched that stranger take fire. Embellished in the flames, peering from a distance as those close to him were charred from the searing heat. If we could help, if we could find some way to smother those flames, to revive that cheap, fragmented life, to reanimate those ashes, we would. But the fire took the boy over, and the flames that we strangers thought would die out swept over him in one final wave and he disappeared just as soon as he had come.
» Posted By Graham On 02.28.2011 @ 8:20 pm
I let the meanings fall from my head to my finger tips, push them through the ink in my pen and watch as they come to life before me. Sometimes I believe it’s the strongest way to let my emotions escape, other times I believe it’s just a way to forego confronting myself.
» Posted By Graham On 02.26.2011 @ 10:33 pm
One more step in the right direction. Our bodys awkwardly turned towards one another, recognizing what our simplistic minds can’t. We’re divided by this wooden table, as I reach for straws and you fail to give them to me. How worry-some I was at sixteen.
» Posted By Graham On 02.25.2011 @ 4:50 pm
Every emotion is tangled, while I weave myself further into situations. Conflicting complications surround me on all sides burning the life they trap. Everything is always breaking apart while I burrow myself into this web of lies and deceit.
It’s a trap.
» Posted By Graham On 02.17.2011 @ 8:12 pm
She wears her fathers old sweater like battle armor. Every menacing comment directed jarringly her way recedes from her weary head into the seems of that old rag. It reminds her of her fathers snow covered grave and the strength that was lifted from those tombstones that one February afternoon.
» Posted By Graham On 02.16.2011 @ 4:27 pm
I take a nervous breath and let my guitar do the talking. Perhaps one day I’ll muster the courage to sing as loudly as I once did to her.
» Posted By Graham On 02.13.2011 @ 1:44 pm
We raised our glasses to the summer sky; a toast to the rebellion set before us. We were not fighting against society, or any implications such as that. We were already free from those simple matters. It was a revolt against our inner demons- that of which makes humans human. Those bottles represented a desperate attempt to transcend those boundaries set before us.
» Posted By Graham On 02.10.2011 @ 6:49 pm
I gave it all up a year ago today. Looking back now I can see the errors of my ways, I can see how I thought I no longer needed her. But I do. I miss her smile. I miss the way fragrance. I miss who I was when I was with her.
» Posted By Graham On 02.08.2011 @ 1:43 pm
Static. Pulsing through my veins. A keen reminder of my mistakes. Perhaps it is now time to let go of all those I called dear.
» Posted By Graham On 02.07.2011 @ 8:17 pm
Back To Stats Page
The alarm chims and my door swings open. Suddenly there is a surge of other inmates around me, all breaking towards the exit. In this desolation there is my freedom, does it really matter if I can’t leave these cell walls?
» Posted By Graham On 02.07.2011 @ 1:57 pm