I can't understand our generation We love to talk, talking is our forte- but not in person. We love to party, party all night long- but only if there's booze. Drunk driving, drunken decisions, drunken death, always high above the ground, feeling like we can fly until we realize we don't have wings, and die. We are the broken generation. The Generation of Today. We are always high high on drugs, high on life- it's high time that changed. We are obsessed with the obsolete. Appe
The car turning at a stop light with a broken turn Signal. Or the Man in Brooklyn begging for Money. The crushed garbage placed on the couch sitting on the block. The half full water bottle sitting in a garbage next to a recycling bin. The smile on the Subway's staff when I ask for extra salami. sometimes wondering if everything happens for a reason, as I wander into my new Job.
She sat in her bedroom, pondering all of the 100 words she could possibly read to the class. Her hair, falling out of that once done ponytail, as she chipped off her nail polish. She was nervous. Her mom, cleaning the kitchen, but giving up once the clock read 10. And her dad, struggling to watch the last episode of Friends, his eyelids shutting after a long day of work. It was late, and all she wanted was her undone bed, looking comfy as ever. She thought about the consequen
Black Ice dangled dangerously in the center of the dash board. A smell so masculine it was hard to forget that he was sitting right next to me. With every turn that car made that air freshener rocked the other way as if warning me how his not signaling a turn would leave me with nothing but a burn. Every laugh I had in that car were later tears and scars. Every hit in that back seat is now nothing but a bad trip in the heat. Like the black ice I slipped on that feeling in my
Sitting back in a broken plastic chair, I spot the phrase "#963" sloppily scratched on the wall in Sharpie, to mark the record for the amount of cut classes. Walking out into the concrete halls, students play with broken badminton rackets in the gym and others fail to accurately calculate a question due to rulers missing lines. Old televisions hang in the corners of classrooms, never to be used again except for the occasional VCR tape and the copy machine in the library that
An optimistic Valentine searching for someone to give to, but my parking at CVS, with a friend. The giant balloons shaped like hearts with candles or the Judge being televised for saying I have just signed your death warrant. The guy from the gym with a flattering new haircut and the janitor wearing denim on denim.
Moving in your own rhythm with a belly-filled mission. Bread, the inbetweens, and turkey, you've come up with your own system. A sudden sound from placing my backpack down, you smile and listen for me to say Hey mom.
After telling him the news, he brought me into his warm embrace holding me like I was about to disappear into thin air. It was like we were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. The comforting silence only seemed to bring us closer, fixing me, like a cast covering a healing bone.
Pepsi. Windex. Ritz crackers. Area rug. Antivirus software. Seltzer. No one can be summarized by their groceries, but as they filed past, Will couldn’t help but draw conclusions. After all, in assessing the hundreds of customers who kept his register busy from noon to midnight, there wasn’t much to go on. “Hi, how are you?” he’d say in exactly the same manner as each new face approached the conveyor belt. Usually, they’d say “Good, and you?” or just “Good.” Sometimes both Wil
You can be walking in the street or driving on the road and it's there but you don't see it coming. Black Ice. The ultimate surprise. It creeps up on you, disregarding any damage it could cause leaving you slipping and sliding. One second everything is perfectly quiet and the next second your life has turned upside down.