... fluidly graceful, long legs beating out a rhythm on the pavement. Breath in, breath in, breath out.. falling into the old familiar breathing rhythms of long runs. Shins burn, but pain fades, as that familiar, ground-eating, comfortable "I'm bringing the fight to you, motherfucker" Marine stride. Head high, eyes hidden behind black Oakley ( Read more... )

... wrapped up in a ball, hands crushed to his chest, as if to stop some invisible wound from bleeding. The pain bleeds anyway, as red threads through impossible yearning dreams, melancholy malaise in the softened stretched time of dreams. He shakes his head, NO!, in slumber as long thigh muscles tighten and calves draw tight as if to run. Fists ( Read more... )

I can't live your shadow. It swallows me whole. I can't deal with all the memories that assail me daily. I can't fucking live with not having you close... as that constant companion, as that unconsciously comfortable partner, as that lover that set me free. After five months of living apart and spending precious minutes together, looking forward to ( Read more... )

I'm the arch conservative who loved an idealist hippy girl. I stifled all her fun, picked at her ideals, made her look at the world realistically, and loved her more than I loved anyone in a long time. She wasn't herself, so I understand, not while she was with me, just faking a part that seemed to be one that I'd swallow. Never mind that we were ( Read more... )

As I make my way c'mon c'mon
Through these battered nights that seem too long
Now we grieve 'cause now it's gone
Things were good when we were young

When my teeth bite down I can see the blood
Of a thousand men who have come and gone
Now we grieve 'cause now it's gone
Things were good when we were young

Is it safe to say? (c'mon c'mon)
Was it ( Read more... )

Must find an apartment, move all my crap, reregister for classes, track down the losers at financial aid and kick them in the ass, unpack all my shit, build a bed frame from scrap wood, and all in two and a half, three days. Goddamn shit always BUT ALWAYS hits me like this. It's never one small setback, its like fucking ten at a time. I must be ( Read more... )

It's in their eyes. A woman sees a man as he might become, while a man sees only his flaws. Look in their eyes often enough, and the man you could be stares back, encouraging you to look more, to do more, to be more.  It's why we are always made better, made whole, by women. That intoxicating view, combined with a woman's love is a heady ( Read more... )

No crashing boom, no loud words, just a mildly delivered life plan which no longer includes me ( Read more... )

..don't break me, please.

Funny how my writing seems to encapsulate a moment, to me, at least. I can reread each of my entries and know exactly how I felt, what I was doing, and why I felt the need to express it. It's late hours always, when I ruminate, wondering about things none of my peers ever think of. When you've lived several lifetimes before you're even thirty, I ( Read more... )