Haiku. enjoy
Let's go out there and,
be normal, you know blend in.
get a fucking grip.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
A Goodbye Marathon
When I shut my eyes
our foreheads touch.
Your blurred face projects off the back of my closed eyelids,
closed so I can picture you a thousand miles away,
and remember our last night together.
It was early morning before we separated.
Our flesh, reluctant to peel apart, hissed in sodden protest.
I took you to Massasecum for a leafless swim under Luna's glistening eye.
Your skin's silver radiance, a testament to the gods.
Finally, we gave in to the cold August night, returning to my home.
We shivered, happy to draw back the bed spread.
The void between the sheets warming as our bodies coupled in prolonged embrace,
but we shared more than space,
we shared laughter,
we shared fear, and sadness.
When I shut my eyes
our foreheads touch.
Your blurred face projects off the back of my closed eyelids,
closed so I can picture you a thousand miles away,
and remember our last night together.
It was early morning before we separated.
Our flesh, reluctant to peel apart, hissed in sodden protest.
I took you to Massasecum for a leafless swim under Luna's glistening eye.
Your skin's silver radiance, a testament to the gods.
Finally, we gave in to the cold August night, returning to my home.
We shivered, happy to draw back the bed spread.
The void between the sheets warming as our bodies coupled in prolonged embrace,
but we shared more than space,
we shared laughter,
we shared fear, and sadness.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Supremacist
“God hates fags so we put em in bags
I’ll be damned if they come around here,
See the world I fear is one ruled by a queer
And there aint no way ill adhere
To a country full of sin that lets anyone in,
One led by a gap-toothed grin.
So I take with me my young wife to be
To Heaven where haters are free
“God hates fags so we put em in bags
I’ll be damned if they come around here,
See the world I fear is one ruled by a queer
And there aint no way ill adhere
To a country full of sin that lets anyone in,
One led by a gap-toothed grin.
So I take with me my young wife to be
To Heaven where haters are free
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Winter's Maddening Monotony
The following essay was written in early spring 2009.
Winters Maddening Monotony
Finally, at long last, winter’s grip on New England has released. Its icy fingers touch only the most northern regions, where in Fort Kent, snow fell just last week. If we ignore Fort Kent however, spring has made its presence clear and not an 80-degree-day too soon.
Temperatures dropped as expected. Here in New Hampshire, sometime around October, T-shirts reluctantly surrendered to sweaters, which in short turn, gave in to winter jackets.
Eager to ready the earth for snow, autumn waged genocidal war with the leaves and tortured the grasses until they sagged, crippled from her frost. If fall were a construction company it would specialize in foundations, and winter the house to follow. A house I that I suspect would be raised in a day and remain for centuries.
Winter was a brutal one this year. Christmas cheer seemed to disappear with the power. I managed to escape the outage for a short while, seeking refuge on the floor of an undergrad apartment in Cambridge. However after a night with the Harvard students it was time to confer with the minds of MIT. If was there, at a cousins house that we – my friend in the same position back home accompanying me – remained for another night.
This short trip served as a last good-time before winter truly set in. As snow slowly collected, blanketing the earth, so too did my feelings of depression. I can remember agonizingly long nights in which sleep came only in time for me to flip my alarm off. I had become so bored with my routine and the people I was surrounded with that I began replacing regular daily activities with sleep, and my friends with the internet. Compounding my poor mood was a cold that seemed to only get stronger. I can remember on night in particular, during which I pleaded for either sleep or death, driven mad by my roommate’s relentless snoring and daily inconsideration.
Now that the snow has gone I feel more alive than ever. I was accepted for admission to a college in North Carolina where I can finally major in geology, my one true academic interest.
Winters Maddening Monotony
Finally, at long last, winter’s grip on New England has released. Its icy fingers touch only the most northern regions, where in Fort Kent, snow fell just last week. If we ignore Fort Kent however, spring has made its presence clear and not an 80-degree-day too soon.
Temperatures dropped as expected. Here in New Hampshire, sometime around October, T-shirts reluctantly surrendered to sweaters, which in short turn, gave in to winter jackets.
Eager to ready the earth for snow, autumn waged genocidal war with the leaves and tortured the grasses until they sagged, crippled from her frost. If fall were a construction company it would specialize in foundations, and winter the house to follow. A house I that I suspect would be raised in a day and remain for centuries.
Winter was a brutal one this year. Christmas cheer seemed to disappear with the power. I managed to escape the outage for a short while, seeking refuge on the floor of an undergrad apartment in Cambridge. However after a night with the Harvard students it was time to confer with the minds of MIT. If was there, at a cousins house that we – my friend in the same position back home accompanying me – remained for another night.
This short trip served as a last good-time before winter truly set in. As snow slowly collected, blanketing the earth, so too did my feelings of depression. I can remember agonizingly long nights in which sleep came only in time for me to flip my alarm off. I had become so bored with my routine and the people I was surrounded with that I began replacing regular daily activities with sleep, and my friends with the internet. Compounding my poor mood was a cold that seemed to only get stronger. I can remember on night in particular, during which I pleaded for either sleep or death, driven mad by my roommate’s relentless snoring and daily inconsideration.
Now that the snow has gone I feel more alive than ever. I was accepted for admission to a college in North Carolina where I can finally major in geology, my one true academic interest.
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