Things That Won't Get You Laid...A Rant

Maybe I'm overtired,
     Maybe it's these delicious drinks,
          But it's rant time.

1. Punching my best friend in the boob.
This is always a bad idea. Joking of this nature can only be had between excellent friends. Otherwise, you will get glared at and much, much worse if there is follow through.
2. Being a "Bro"
We all know what a Bro is. This is self-explanatory.
3. Being "that guy" in my MFA
A.K.A. being pretentious, existential, and an overall "better-than-you" grade A ass.
4. Living at home over the age of 25.
No one wants their parents to hear them get it on, and no one wants to hear their parents get it on in retaliation.
5. Forehead Tattoos
Just, no.
6. Tribal Tattoos
Unless you legitimately belong to a tribe or are a Samoan, this is not appropriate or acceptable.
7. No Boundaries/No Contract
If your love manual is "50 Shades of Grey" I will give you 50 ways to say no.
8. The Stink
If for any reason you are not daisy fresh and don't fess up before it's too late, any progress you had previously made is now null and void.
9. Cats in the Bedroom
I am a bona fide cat-lady, but cats are WAY too interested in what you're doing, and your claws should be the only ones involved.
10. Comparing Me to the Ex-Girlfriend
This is a sure fire way to kill any mood that you had brewing. Stay as far away from this topic as possible, then get farther. Just, keep running.

Six Words

Thoughts buried, she digs me free.

Anxiety floods, she is my raft.

Adrift in thought, am I lost?

Mind wanders, body follows, but where?

Peek Through the Blinds

The initial hit
the unexpected transition
from overflowing, childlike joy
to anxiety, anger, frustration.

Sometimes you feel it coming.
creeping its way into your thoughts
you cling to the last shreds of happiness
bolstering yourself up against the oncoming storm.
Other times it hits you like a brick
and it's hours before you realize
the change that took place.

But I've only been riding a high for TWO WEEKS
you scream into the surrounding empty spaces.
the previous low lasted over a month.
you're unsure you can do it again.

needing a reason to wake up every morning.
needing an hour just to pry yourself from those soft flannel sheets.
needing the reminder that a world is out there if you'd only
peek through the blinds.

hazy memories

Two drinks
One cab
...who're you?

Take Two

She Moved and Didn't Take Anything with Her

Armed with a wrench, she broke into her home,
taking only what would fit in her car:
family heirlooms,
her books,
their dog.
Her dignity.

He called his family to join in the judgment,
to see what this wretch was doing to their boy.
Rather, they watched her take
Her Dignity.

She moved and didn't take anything with her.
Not the rumors.
Not the lies,
the deceit, adultery, abuse,
the easy way out.
She moved and didn't take anything with her,
But Her Dignity.

BP - Sneak Peak - Submission to a Wife

A future morsel I couldn't keep to myself:

The stateliest women,
Assassins of Justice.
Allowing sweet promise
of uxoriousness
gather'd
day by day.

Blackout Poetry

There is nothing quite like the smell of old books. That's how you can tell when a book is ripe and ready to be felt. Its pages are smooth, and the spine gives a slight creak as it is unused to the act of being opened. It is then that it hits you. The smell blossoms from the expectant pages like a tulip opening wide to greet the sun. Once you have perused its pages, the book is ready to be reborn. From its countless stories and rhymes, I pick and choose the words that strike me the most, and give this old book a new tale to tell.

This, is the beginning:

Swift and little,
her child procured
his degree
by special favor

She Moved and Didn't Take Anything With Her

She moved and didn't take anything with her. 

She didn't steal away by the light of the moon, 

hugging the shadows closer than her dearest friend.

It was the middle of the day with

a bright noon sun for all to see.

Armed with a wrench, she broke into her own home

and took all that would fit in her car.

The family heirlooms she had been given,

her books, 

her dog,

her dignity.

She strode past him with the elegance of a Queen

as he berated her with insults 

and threats of force.

Her dignity.

She shook like a leaf but kept it from view.

Her eyes held defiance.

Her heart was of stone. 

He had made the choice for her.

Her Dignity.

He brought his family to show them her coldness.

To make himself look the victim.

They didn't buy it.

She kept

Her. Dignity.

She moved and didn't take anything with her.

She didn't take the rumors

the lies

the deceit

the adultery

the abuse

the easy way out.

She moved and didn't take anything with her,

but her dignity.

OfficeMax 0.7 Blue

The thick line of ink gently flows from my pen
and seeps through my pages.
Watching it spread its hairline fractures
over the surface of this world, lying at my fingertips.
That I should be so bold as to play God and
dictate what each sheet becomes -
     trash, treasure, forgotten.

Life. It's Happening.

You ever get those gut feelings? You just know something is happening, but you don't know what or why? That is my now.

I think 2015 is going to be a good year.
I thought 2014 was going to be eventful, and boy I wasn't wrong.

But this is different.

It's been two days of the New Year and I've already gotten more ambitious with my writing, have a lead on some new jobs, and met someone. Life is happening. And for once, I'm excited to let it lead me on some new adventures. It's time.