Cancerous Marshmallows and Less Chaotic Things
When I think of cancer I think of burnt marshmallows and Makers poured into jars of maraschino cherries. I was toasting marshmallows over a fire Hope Helps
I hope I finish this book and I can hope that because there is a chance I finish it. I’m writing this bit in a coffee shop on the day I go to a Slow Down
I want you to read the next paragraph aloud in a whisper or even a shout, the volume doesn’t matter — the speed does. Read it a little slow. In this One of Those Days
You might not think it when something first goes wrong. It might take a few things for you to say it. You might not even say it. You might just Don’t Let the Day Scare You Awake
The start of a new day is scary and like most scary things we try to avoid it. The way we most often avoid it only makes the scare worse. Get out of Get a Plant, Then Maybe an Animal
Depressed people often get the advice to get a pet and it seems like a perfect solution. Who couldn’t be happy with something small that loves you? Write Without Stopping
Feeling like your emotions are going to burst out of wherever your particular emotions are stored? Get a pad of paper or a cheap notebook and set a Your Emotions Are Different Sizes
My happy emotion is small. My sad emotion is large and casts shadows on everything else. There are other emotions and they are other sizes. Bad Days
A day is a series of moments you will mostly forget. Some of these moments will make you feel good. Some will make you feel bad. Most of them won’t Go to a Doctor
This tiny book isn’t going to help you in a way a medical professional can. This book can help, but it is nothing compared to what a person who Severals of The Same
The best thing Andy Warhol said was about Coca-Cola, “All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good.” I have never seen a place sold-out of About That Poem…
I put a poem on this website a few days ago. It’s called My Father Pain and I hate it. I didn’t sit on it long enough before pushing it on the My Father Pain
Was there a start? If so Why did it stop? What were the things I did? What were the things I made you live? Why did it stop? Assuming, there was a Satie
These sounds belong To the full moons To you In ’57, on our 42nd (Please, let us last) We will listen then? The next? In two weeks Can we listen And a Good Breakfast
Let me fuck you outside During twilight Fill you with coffee and myself To start the day To start a beautiful day Finding and Losing: Three Bits of a Single Thing
I needed a better pen so I wouldn’t be dumb anymore. If I found the right pen my handwriting would be better and my teachers would stop making fun Olfactory Nostalgia
The olfactory induced nostalgia of our first days My lips on your shoulders The pivot point to the crook of your neck My head rests and waits for Fucking Index Cards, Man
There’s something in my core that I only become aware of when I see a blank page. It’s something heavy and over time I’ve learned to ignore the Light to Heavy Rain
Birds peck worms from the field My hands numb, a reminder of France I head to my truck from the dugout What kind of birds? No idea but Papa would Crashing Bird
He heard a pencil had six miles in it so the few he had might not last him. There were less than a dozen left and he had hundreds of miles to go. Ready
When I die I want it to be easy on everyone left to erase my existence from this planet. I don’t have many things. I stream my music and I don’t Hybrid Cereal
When a cereal isn’t good And there’s no money to waste And wasting food is the only sin You buy another cereal Lucky Charms™ Marshmallows make the Being Honest With Myself Despite the Lies I've Told Myself
I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know what to do To be better But of course I do Pet the cats Take my pills Listen to the purring It makes me Thank You Good Sir
You sounded happy I don’t know you But suspect you’d want me to know Christ Like you do The sunset interrupted your reading of Saint Augustus So you Bad Thinking
I’ve been reading about the mind Learning about how mine is broken Broken? This is still my honesty The Orchard
I’m growing an orchard Of only kindness trees That’ll bear the sweetest fruits We’ll pick the fruit together And make preserves for the cold times Sleep Tight
I want a girl with pity To kill me fast Maybe in my sleep After a night of soft kisses Maybe I’ll go to sleep thinking that I’m wrong I might tell Right Words
I’m too impatient for the right words to meet me here So these words will have to do They’re simple words and old words But they don’t collect dust Jack The Lion
“The easy thing to do would be to stand here and cry.” The man looked up from his little book, “Everyone keeps saying that he wouldn’t want us Shaped Like Rolling
Ball was red and shaped like rolling. I played with Ball by trying to keep her under my paw. She was fun, but hard to bite. Thomas knew I was Rough Draft
He started the book with the ending planned out. He always had the ending. A few days later, he had some good sentences and a straight line from the Nice Guys Aren’t: Why You’re the Asshole and She’s Only Your Friend
You say you’re a nice guy. You respect women and would never cheat. You would never talk to a girl the way most other guys do. You’re special. That