June 2012
3 tags
Trust Defined
“I do trust you.”
He’s out with that girl screwing her, getting her pregnant. He doesn’t even care about school he is giving up his future. He’s not studying; he’s gone out drinking and smoking, and what’s this rap stuff? He just wants an image so he can pull in girls all the time. He doesn’t like any of that. I used to have a genius; now, I have him. He’s just a degenerate; he’s not...
4 tags
have you ever considered yourself? every blink every breath every heart beat is just part of a long countdown that never seems to last quite long enough.
4 tags
there’s a bullet nestled in this chamber. it looks cold and i just want to give it a nice warm home.
3 tags
knowledge, weapons, power
knowledge is power and also a weapon. so what would you call the knowledge of the whereabouts of a powerful weapon? because i have that. i just don’t know what i’m going to do with all of this power.
3 tags
lytic
i’m well; so why don’t you come in and have a seat, kick up your feet. relax. this can be your home if you like. just promise me that while you’re here you’ll take over my appliances trash my upholstery and eat all my food. i want you to overstay your welcome. i want you to make your presence overwhelming. make of you to spread across this world. and when you can’t...
3 tags
matter
matter cannot be destroyed or created; but, it can be changed or rearranged for alternate purposes. so, i guess i can take solace in knowing that the amount i used to matter hasn’t been lost to the world, just reallocated to something or someone better.
4 tags
Going Home
September 27, 2011
I’m going home! I’ve just received my notice of eligibility for leave of duty. I’m going home, away from the heat, away from the stress of surviving, away from the violence, away from the killing. I’m going back to civility. It’s been six months since I’ve been home and tasted my mother’s cooking. It’s been six months since I’ve been able to horse around with my brother and...
May 2012
2 tags
Curative
One glass.
I hope this burns me on the way down. I need something to sear you out of me. I need the antiseptic properties to eradicate the infection that has grown itself into my lungs. I need to feel your grasp wrenched free from every part of me because I can feel you in every part of me. I need you gone. I want you gone.
One pill.
I hope this makes the pain go away. I had become so accustomed...
3 tags
it seems that when people are willing to open, primed and ready for true exploration; the ones who should be diving in, decide that something else has tickled their fancy. you are left open, hoping someone might notice you and take a little leap into the wonders you have hidden. no one does. you’re the unearthed treasure that no one will touch.
2 tags
Haiku Series: 530
The sea and the shore,
So different from themselves,
Still coexisting.
3 tags
every dam has its capacity. the same is said for any person. i am the drop capable of pushing them pass it.
2 tags
I, Danny, otherwise known as flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions, concede that I am in fact crush worthy and that people have in fact had crushes on me throughout my tenure here on tumblr. I thank you all for taking the time become mildly to severely enamored with me at any point in your blogging experience.
And to Jen, I love hate you.
Hey y'all ... do me a favor ...
jayarrarr:
Heart this post if you’ve ever had a crush on Danny. Even the teeniest, tiniest, most fleeting of crushes.
I told him he was “crushable” and he doesn’t believe me so I’m trying to prove him wrong.
Dammit. She got more than 15 people to do it. I have to acquiesce. Please standby for post.
6 tags
Cerro Azul
I.
We are nothing more than the gravel and rock raised from the earth, cold and blue.
II.
Blood of my ancients burned and spilled to bring forth a spring, bubbling from the rock. The blood is in the soil.
III.
An empire, sheltered by the shade of the blue mountains, rose here. We thrived in this place, this place our own sacred ground, the source of our power, the seed that formed our...
3 tags
Beirut
A bubble forms from hops and ambience dissipates then another follows— stuttersteps to the surface and embraces the party Soon my brew is buzzing with CO2 particles like surfacing is the hip thing to do I don’t know if carbon dioxide leads a better life sheltered in red plastic and Keystone Lite but I’ve noticed that if it breaks its bonds and joins its brothers in the room it forfeits some degree...
5 tags
It would seem that my tongue plays the part of the moon, drawing forth waves and causing them to lap upon your private shores.
3 tags
Somber is this night
Somber is this night. So heavy in its silence. It hangs over me like a wet blanket, smothering me with its chill.
It should be comforting; but, it makes me shift, and it unnerves me. There’s something in this air tonight. I can feel it without seeing it, and it’s there, ...
3 tags
I started to panic because I had less than half a day to find something romantic to do, and no one within my circle of friends knew anything worth a damn about being romantic outside of commanding two characters in The Sims to have sex with each other in the middle of a public school. Beyond the world of computers and binary code, I was essentially without an advisor. I had already...
3 tags
Note to self:
There are more reasons for you to smile than there are to frown. You need only broaden the scope of your vision. You will find that the light is waiting to flood in.
3 tags
it is in the heat of the moment, it is under the heat of pressure, it is in the heat of passion, that we feel our first true chill.
6 tags
i absolutely despise when my meal gets soggy before i can finish eating all of it. you’ve been the only exception.
5 tags
bluefeathernotes:
flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
have you ever noticed how good poets are at breaking things that were meant to be whole?
scattering pieces of their soul— a reflection birthing different visions or simply mirroring faults and wrong impressions.
this is our attempt, our journey to illuminate precisely what it is that made such dark and broken souls.
4 tags
trials
it is in my nature to push the limits. i have been trained to test theories that wouldn’t be proven without experimentation. my education dictates that i try over and over again to answer a question that may or may not need to be asked. this life is my own personal laboratory and you are atop my lab bench. i will poke and prod, cut and pull at you until i think all of my questions have been...
4 tags
have you ever noticed how good poets are at breaking things that were meant to be whole?
4 tags
whenever you’re around the corners of my mouth try to hold onto the lobes of my ears.
4 tags
crushing
i want to live; at times, i even have the will; but, i don’t think i have a spirit capable of supporting the mass of my mind.
3 tags
on speech
speech is only possible so long as you are willing to risk the release of breath from your lungs.
3 tags
In Heat
I think it was three summers ago, the first time we saw each other. Well, it was the first time I saw you. You hadn’t seen me yet. I had only passed across your field of vision, just another cog in the machine of the masses. That’s the way you saw me. I, on the other hand, saw you as the product. You were the final prize that we were all working toward, whether or not we knew it.
I knew it though,...
1 tag
3 tags
I’d love to walk a mile in your shoes; but, I’m afraid the size of my feet would destroy their small frames. You can try drowning in mine, though.
4 tags
Unguarded Chamber
I’m afraid of you; not because you’re dangerous but, because you are capable of doing what I didn’t think anyone else could. I’m trying to keep you out; but, I keep leaving windows open and doors unlocked, then leaving you notes to let you know where they are. I don’t want you in; but, I’m still letting you in and I’m enjoying every moment of your infiltration. You make me drop the...
5 tags
being a kid
i was once a kid that was trying to be a kid. being an adult in my youth was evidently taxing; but, it was a necessity. at least it felt that way when i was trying to be a father for a one year old girl who lost hers, at the age of four. i maintained that mantle up until i was eighteen when her mother decided that she should start being a better parent to her, which, to her, meant casting me out...
4 tags
Re: Who Writes ...
Women who write are sexy too.
There, I said it. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Women. who write. are sexy. Not in the way that you would call a stripper sexy because of the way you think about how they might let you penetrate them. No, they are sexy because there’s something about the way women coax ink out of a pen with their every stroke that makes you wonder how they might coax ink...
4 tags
Simple Resolutions
There was a time when
I was bursting with pressure.
I chose to go pee.
6 tags
winners, losers, and wings
we went out on a date— it wasn’t really a date so much as it was me picking you up from the counter at a sports bar. we were talking about the game and how the other’s team was the obvious inferior. since, neither of us could be moved on our positions we settled it with competition. the winner was to be fastest eater of the most spicy buffalo hot wings (with extra sauce). in...
5 tags
a sound thought on an odd frequency
the relationship between a sound and a thought is similar to that of the one between a gunshot and a human. when shots ring, we take off, there is no hesitation in the reaction. as fast as we can, we do it. when we hear a sound, we’re overcome with signals firing and connections being made to make us think. we can’t stop the thought once we’ve heard the sound; all we can do, just...
5 tags
forgetting "things"
i know of hats and bats and cats and mats on slats. i’ve seen birds and words and turds of herds. i remember that frames can have names and blame is a game. and i’m sure that a shaman has something in common. but i forget what all of these can be called.
4 tags
no warmth for old kings
he drifted through the wasteland half hoping to accrue a posse half hating the filth that showed. he kept them though, they’d help on the cold nights when the elixirs wouldn’t. the crowd kept growing and he was seldom cold anymore they gathered in close as though he was the only shore in an ocean of despair. he stayed warm and he liked it, for a time. they stayed and grew and gathered....
6 tags
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds
John knew a girl beyond measure of any scale or any treasure. He wanted to speak to her; but, she’d never give him the time and when she did, he could only mime the mechanics of speech; but, the sound itself just wouldn’t breach.
John knew he’d never speak to her because he was always too scared and whenever he saw her, he felt unprepared. But, there might be hope, or so it would seem. ...
Prompts?
Because why not? Make me write something different.
3 tags
Mental Cleanse
It had become too cluttered with the things that imitated thoughts, Too stuffed with the substance meant for decay and for rot.
It had become too painful to wake everyday; it was less a dull throbbing than a staccato from every which way.
It had become too swollen to be relieved by pressing cold against the surface, keeping it all controlled.
It had all become too much beyond any shred...
Self proposed question:
Where the hell did this depression come from?