6 Word Stories

I saw this exercise on The Berrics once. Decided to use it to strengthen what little talent I might possess. So here is a couple quickies I thought of.

I loved her. She killed me.

Old car. Jack Daniels. New coffin.

I was cold. She's my blanket.

Dead broke. Lotto ticket. Mad cake......son. (Yeah, I cheated)

Biggie Smalls is still the illest.

Your mom is a nasty woman.

When she cried, I just smiled.

These might have sucked but whatever.

I always tell myself to never live a moment with an ounce of regret. While at this present moment in time it still bears true, there are things that have happened in my life where given the opportunity to, I would change in an instant.

I wish that I had found skateboarding earlier in my life. I know that I found it when I did for a reason, but it fills a void in my life that, had I known about such a beautiful thing at an earlier age, I might be a better person. I might know how to fully commit to everything that I do.

I wish that I were a better older sibling. I was not around as frequently as I was supposed to be. Now I find myself scrambling for lost time every now and then. It hurts to know that there is a memory gap in my little brothers' brains where they might notice that I was never around. It shames me.

More later.

Back to the blog...

Given the fact that I work so much, mixed with the unpleasant fact that New York City weather is unpredictable and usually not in our favor, I now turn to my blog once again for entertainment. The friend level has decreased and the one I would prefer to spend time with is quite some distance away. So for now, blogging will have to be my main outlet.

So what has been going on lately? Nothing much. Working two jobs to ensure not so brokeness. Also going back to school in the fall of 09. I need some sort of stability in my life so I'm going to see to it that I get that. I also want to work on my writing, specifically in storytelling. If you're a painter and have tips for me on creating paintings, feel free to share the knowledge.

I'm done, peace.

There Will Be Blood...

I'd hate to join the trend and criticize the tumbleweed we call this economy, but something in me has to make at least ONE comment. My mouth is far too big to be kept shut on such a topic. So Big Business has finally taken the inevitable fall, tripped up n the coattail created by its own greed. Eventually, every empire must crumble. Unfortunately, the ordinary citizen has to take the fall.

sweet surrender

I am still afraid. I am still afraid of what you can do. Your influence strikes fear in my heart. I feel it all the way up my spine. I am afraid is letting it all entirely down. I am scared of fully opening that door and letting you in. Then I think...of how great you are. How nice you are to me. I can hear the smile on your face as you simply say "hey". The faint feeling of your lips on mine is one I cannot forget. I want to feel that again. Slightly harder. Longer. More, more, and more. Again. Again. Again. And again. I want to get lost in your eyes, your smile, your mind. I want to surrender to you. In time, we win together.

How lovely the flowers of life are, yes?

tonight, i died

Physically, I was nowhere to be found. I met an angel. My eyes were open, but would not work. I could not see, yet I immediately knew how beautiful she was. The only thing that I could grab onto and keep was her smell. The unique, sweet smell that lingered on my skin as our cheeks touched. That was the only thing that my brain would hold onto; that scent. The scent of a goddess. Since I've come back to reality, I've forgotten the smell itself, but I remember the feeling it gave me. What I would give to have her air tickle my nostrils once again.

what the flip is going on here?

I've entered into a state of confusion. Maybe because of the numerous Red Stripe beers I've slugged down this evening. Maybe because my skateboard popped up and hit me directly in my calf muscle and it has been throbbing ever since. I'm just confused, with life, her, money (althought I don't really care about money), everything is kind of jumbled up. I guess we all just want to be wanted.