Observations

People filter by

one by one then in groups.

The sub is blindnig and so bright

but it's still freezing out.

People drinking coffee to try and stay warm.

Loud train whistles roar through the quad

hitting and ricocheting off of the buildings.

No smoking beyond this point!

Yeah right.

Roberts bike sits alone in the bike rack.

A crow perched on Cook

stares at me then takes off in flight.

People walking back to class,

time to go.

Change it up...

Speckled sheen eggs
like gold
weep out of a copper lonely nest.
Aching bricks float
from the liquid base
inflating it's unblinking eyes.
Exaggerations always ignite.
Moonlight hangs over top
of this sexless mule.
Nameless colors of who amd what
border around it.
Poision guitars draw you in
and make you weep.
Cotton is fuzzy in it's ways
leaving such a harvested creation
so upturned.



From a flaming red tree to this...

Flaming Red Tree

Jagged red branches

Like flames

Jutt out of a boring brown stump.

Cruel screams weep

From the bloodless base

Surrendering it's aching belly.

Opposites always attract.

Skylight hangs over top

of this eye popping natural art.

Bland colors

Dark green and browns

Engulf around it.

Drastic exaggerations draw you in

and make you wonder,

Why, how?

Creation is mysterious in it's work

Leaving such a beautiful creation

So lonely.

unfaithful friendship

Jack sits on the kitchen table
Empty.
Come stumbling in
morning after morning
Looking for comfort.
The fly on the wall doesn't know what's wrong.
Shaking like a coked epileptic
He runs through my flooded veins
Leaving me wanting more.
He's been my rock for so long
Singing songs that resolve me like my life never will
Drowning away my tragic sorrows.
Stomach acid finds a way to make me sick
again, dead silence,
da-dum, da-dum, da-dum
I can hear my own heart beating
Faster and faster.
The essence of him still lingers
Swimming in a pool of quick sand
I reach up to grab his hand
and come back down with an empty bottle.
He let me down.
Silence always told me what I needed to know
And now
All I need
Is one word.
One word to save me.


Just a piece I was working on one day while I was bored.

That damn dog

-She is sitting on a stool in the kitchen while she makes half decaf half caffeinated Starbucks hazelnut coffee in her cheap fifteen dollar coffee pot. It's a cool autumn night and she is dressed up in her wedding gown for her ritual Friday night sob fest. There is a knock on the door. She frantically moves her way through her cluttered studio apartment, spilling her half-calf all over her designer wedding dress.
-The smell of bacon, sunny side up eggs, and blueberry muffins traveled from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into her room, waking her up from a deep sleep. It was her ninth birthday.
-Greg busts down the door because Sheri is screaming in agony. His eyes are glued to this delusional, coffee scorched, divorced bride as she lies on the floor sobbing and laughing at the same time.
-Her father never spent any time with her. As she ran down the stairs, the one thing she wanted for her birthday was for her father to just be there. Ready to devour her favorite breakfast foods and begin celebrating her birthday, out of the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of her father sitting at the kitchen table, awaiting her arrival.
-He leaves the door open to her apartment and slowly begins to walk over to her to make sure she is okay and the neighbor's nappy little dog from across the hall prances in. Sheri finally stops scrying and they both reach down to pet the dog and before they could get close to it, the damn thing attacks. It jumps so viciously onto Sheri, biting and ripping a huge chunk out of her wedding dress, and then prances out the same way it came in.
-Because he was sitting there, this was the first birthday she had ever remembered. Every emotion possible shot through her body as she sat down next to him. He looked at her and said, "Hey, pass the bacon would ya?"
-Things could not get any worse. They sit down on the couch and get ready to watch a movie while stuffing their faces with fatty foods full of cholesterol. Again, a knock on the door.
-That was the first thing that he has said to her in so long.
-She finds her way back through the cluster, careful not to spill her coffee this time, and makes it to the door. She slightly opens it to see who is there because her door lacks a peep hole, and there HE is. Her ex-husband, standing there with two dozen white roses(she hated red ones becaue they are so cliche).
-He may have just been there for the breakfast, because he didn't speak one word to her for the rest of the day, but it didn't matter to her. She loved him unvonditionally, even though he didn't seem to love her back, and his presence at breakfast was enough to make her whole day, maybe even year, special.

99 ways

Take 1: Creative Writing Excercise

Alarm rings at 6:15 a.m. I frantically get myself ready for the day. I fall down the stairs as I rush to leave my house. After I leave, I'm forced to drive through Potsdam to drop off my boyfriends SKOAL he left in my car the previous night. Exhausted, I make my way to Canton getting stuck behind every school bus imaginable. Finally, I make it to school and walk to Cook 206.

Take 2: Safe sex campaigne

She wakes up to a phone call from her lover. He tells her he can't hold it in anymore and he is ready to take it to the next level. She rolls out of bed, half asleep still, not able to grasp what he is telling her. She gets ready for the day and comes to the realization that he wants sex. As she walks out the door, she tells him if you don't have a glove, you get no love. On her way to Canton she stops at a drugstore and buys a package of sheer pleasure. She drives through Potsdam to drop it off to her boyfriend with a note attached: If you love me you will protect me. As she arrives at school she gets another call from her boyfriend who tells her that protection is better than rejection. She walks into Cook 206 with a smile on her face.

She was the kind of girl who...

She was the kind of girl who....

She was the kind of girl who took an hour long shower and slept while she was in it.
She was thekind of girl who ate at McDonalds every day and didn't gain a pound.
She was the kind of girl who went to parties and ended up dancing on the table.
She was the kind of girl who regreted everything she did.
She was the kind of girl who never had a date in high school.
She was the kind of girl who slept with a stuffed animal until she was married.
She was the kind of girl who was married and divorced by age 25.
She was the kind of girl who kept secret stashes of vodka in randon places in her house.
She was the kind of girl who talks to herself.
She was the kind of girl who was the only child of 3 who was not loved by her father.
She was the kind of girl who tries hard to make everyone like her.
She was the kind of girl sho sits around in her wedding dress, eating potatop chips and watching sappy movies with her gay friend.