We've taken shots to honor our failures
We've stood on our toes and sighed with relief
Yesterday’s good bourbon has become today’s dishwater
I think we can open our eyes again.
I wish I could go somewhere and fall in love
I wish I could go anywhere
I really wish I was somewhere else, with you
And not because I love you
And not because I know you
But because I’m so damned uncomfortable
I’m so uncomfortable anywhere
And I’m uncomfortable with anyone
Call me sometimes.
I’ll do my best to act unprepared.
I’ll stutter and stubble and hide the smile in my voice,
But I’ll beg if I have to,
I’ll beg if it gets to you call me again.
We follow cliche for solace, security and the subtle chance of mystery.
Two boys, barely allowed to be called men, pulled over by a dry and yellowed corn field in the Midwest. On a street with “weed” in the name, smoking a dried herb of the same name, playing Pink Floyd and looking at the stars and trying to avoid talking about life.
What a fantastic memory. We built it with our mediocre originality and it stays with us naturally.
Little things bring it all back.
Waiting Too Long Too Often by Birdkiller, literature
Literature
Waiting Too Long Too Often
I take my seatbelt off but I stay seated
You've told me to wait and you are always wrong
The rain reminds me: all my favorite things can’t hold my attention like my regrets
Inside, you’re about to fail in a way that will hurt us both
I told you I’d wait because I’m always passive
But I have the keys, the car
And the kids
And I won’t be forever surrendering.
We've taken shots to honor our failures
We've stood on our toes and sighed with relief
Yesterday’s good bourbon has become today’s dishwater
I think we can open our eyes again.
I wish I could go somewhere and fall in love
I wish I could go anywhere
I really wish I was somewhere else, with you
And not because I love you
And not because I know you
But because I’m so damned uncomfortable
I’m so uncomfortable anywhere
And I’m uncomfortable with anyone
Call me sometimes.
I’ll do my best to act unprepared.
I’ll stutter and stubble and hide the smile in my voice,
But I’ll beg if I have to,
I’ll beg if it gets to you call me again.
We follow cliche for solace, security and the subtle chance of mystery.
Two boys, barely allowed to be called men, pulled over by a dry and yellowed corn field in the Midwest. On a street with “weed” in the name, smoking a dried herb of the same name, playing Pink Floyd and looking at the stars and trying to avoid talking about life.
What a fantastic memory. We built it with our mediocre originality and it stays with us naturally.
Little things bring it all back.
Waiting Too Long Too Often by Birdkiller, literature
Literature
Waiting Too Long Too Often
I take my seatbelt off but I stay seated
You've told me to wait and you are always wrong
The rain reminds me: all my favorite things can’t hold my attention like my regrets
Inside, you’re about to fail in a way that will hurt us both
I told you I’d wait because I’m always passive
But I have the keys, the car
And the kids
And I won’t be forever surrendering.
The First Time Thomas Lays Eyes on Maggie by Birdkiller, literature
Literature
The First Time Thomas Lays Eyes on Maggie
And she was there.
Posed casually just beyond the counter. The look on her face, her indeterminate eyes, all promised nothing. In that bank stood the impossible dream of every heterosexual boy or man for which the blonde-haired-blue-eyed bombshell had never been more than a dud.
Thomas hadn't noticed that he'd stopped, he hadn't noticed that he was staring, but the man waiting in front of him noticed a stranger had just muttered the words " She's flawless".
Thomas couldn't contain himself to just thinking it. It had to be said.
In this barely noticed and reaction-free moment, for Thomas Corley, there existed perfecti
I Murder Christian Boys by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
I Murder Christian Boys
Many years, and yes, I still wear a plastic-femur necklace. It makes little sense, but it was supposed to be symbolic.
(p.s. I'm barely Christian)
The space heater is beginning to gag and wheeze in electrical spurts of life, but it's COLD baby and December has more icicle teeth than this heater can survive.
(p.s. I am supposed to be at school, but truancy is just so trendy.)
Here We Go Again
The endless reel/fishingline/movieclip/reality.
(p.s. you can say(remember) it with any word you want)
Row boat lost
Hate using paddles
Current Residence: Washington, USA Favorite genre of music: Anything that sends shivers down the back of my neck. Favorite style of art: Music Favorite cartoon character: Fry
Deviantart is a great place to introduce yourself to the world.
Favourite Visual Artist
=gunnmgally and Cezanne
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, Snatch, My Fair Lady
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Modest Mouse, David Bowie, Built to Spill, The Beatles
In my professional life I have filmed a movie, interviewed an Olympian, worked with Veterans' Affairs and next I will be profiling someone that recently received a heart transplant. That is all happening in my life as a journalist...
However, I'm not writing anything for me and I'm not getting any further in my degree. I feel so stagnant, I feel like I'm doing nothing.
All this could cement itself around me too easily.
I wrote a short play with two characters and a strange conflict that was enjoyed be all those that saw it.
I wrote it so that it could be acted out and directed by someone other than me.
I have yet to learn "screen play writing" format, but if I want to be a writer, I need to learn all styles. For example: I never thought I'd end up writing for a military newsletter, but I am.
Anyways, the dialogue really stuck with people. It was performed only once, and that was last week. This week, people are still talking about it. Today I had two people come to me with three ideas that they'd like me to help them write with "more command of the w
A couple weeks ago I interviewed a Cambodian refugee that is now a nurse in America, and is motivating her patients to run half marathons.
I only have a 600 word column, but I need to get really good with limited space; most of all I need to perfect my interview process.
I have a great opportunity here, and I love my job, but I want a "Ph.D." after my name very soon, so I'm doing everything possible to get back in school. As of January 2, not only will I be a contributing writer and photographer for the Public Affairs Office (and any other Army publication that wants access to my work), but I will be a college student again as well.
I hop
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