Shit People Say About Shit People Say.
Nick wins.
It may have been around too long
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This Too Shall Pass
Saturday, January 21
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Saturday, December 24
Saturday, December 10
10 thing I did this year…
10. Went to Spain
9. Got pick pocketed by Minnie Mouse
8. Saw Ian Somerhalder in an absinthe bar
7. Considered taking over the family business
6. Saw my grandfather as old for the first time
5. Moved in with roommates that became close friends
4. Signed on to do way too much in a semester
3. Road tripped to Cali for burgers and booze after getting strep
2. Defeated mono with positive attitude
1. Found someone who makes me wants to be myself
Monday, November 21
“ Each time I rake leaves, or haul
the residue of summer to the dump
my arms ache a proper man’s ache,
I feel a strange esteem.
When my wife asks, “Is there anything
I can get for you,” I learn the true
market value of dirty hands.
For a few hours I’m the embodiment
of men who laid tracks,
slammed the spikes in.
Oh the body’s rarely proud
after the completion of a poem.
Something about the sitting down,
something about the country
and the difficult movement west.
Once after fixing two light switches,
unscrewing and screwing
and getting the connections just right,
I felt exuberant. I could say
“Look, the lights work,
everything’s O.K. now.”
The poem too puts the lights on
but nothing gets fixed.
Sometimes I wish I could come down
from my room filthy with the world,
blood and over me, scars.
the residue of summer to the dump
my arms ache a proper man’s ache,
I feel a strange esteem.
When my wife asks, “Is there anything
I can get for you,” I learn the true
market value of dirty hands.
For a few hours I’m the embodiment
of men who laid tracks,
slammed the spikes in.
Oh the body’s rarely proud
after the completion of a poem.
Something about the sitting down,
something about the country
and the difficult movement west.
Once after fixing two light switches,
unscrewing and screwing
and getting the connections just right,
I felt exuberant. I could say
“Look, the lights work,
everything’s O.K. now.”
The poem too puts the lights on
but nothing gets fixed.
Sometimes I wish I could come down
from my room filthy with the world,
blood and over me, scars.
— The Physical Stephen Dunn from The Madison Review
Wednesday, April 28
“ Emo style and Gothic attire is the greatest stereotyped teenage genre… yet its the only sublet that isn’t gender biased. Think About that.
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Thursday, April 15
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes
But God can be funny
Monday, March 8
Homecoming
I open the familiar door
and breathe in that familiar smell
so natural is it better than oxygen
Dropping my bags in the doorway
I shrug off more than luggage
as i exhale
The black Impala in the driveway is confusing
no one was suppose to home
I call out
“Hello?”
“Oh! Your Home.”
She says calling from the back
it the most cherished way
and at the sound I run
Unable to control anything besides my feet running
past the kitchen
down the hallway
into the last door on the left
Breathe
I’m in tears before I can give my mom a hug
She doesn’t have pants on
which isn’t unusual
and I don’t care
I’m too happy to be home
~
Memories…I’m thinking this summer we should experience Kah-Nee-Tah 2
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