Making The Best

One thing that sounds odd, but i assure you is quite comforting despite its... oddness, is when I come home at night.

Ill come home late at night, and yet I can hear the sound of the interstate. The cars going by. The hum...

It's comforting. It's similar to an ocean at times. A sort of metropolitan ocean.

My ocean? I dont know, maybe. It makes me feel good though.

It's a soothing sound. Sometimes when all my friends forget I exist, and Im bored, I go outside and sit on my deck. Its comforting to hear the soft sound of it.

It's real nice.

"You Need Help?, You Need Some Ass Whooped? I'll Bring Like 7 Guys".

Exchanging Frosties Should Be CommonPlace in Realtionships, or simply

Lemons.

The song I heard was Mexican Radio Punchout

My dreams are Techni-color hues.

Put your love in my hands coward.

caress my ego.

Hips, Thighs, Lips, Waste.


Gyros

i couldnt think of enough corny words
to describe how i feel.
i brainstormed and i tried, i tried to make scenes
oh, i love when it rains it makes me think so much of why i like you
yadda yadda yadda
i dont know, I really dont.
but if i could compare on an honest estimate
without sounding too overtly corny
whilst trying to express a true sentiment
but the only way i can is with a food analogy
if i had a girl like you in my life
id never need ovaltine,

YOU GOT SERVED.


Hartford, CT.

What was it about that night?
That made you decide that you want him in you?

stupid.

you hear what they whisper

fucking sell out, a traitor to your own cause

blasphemies and lies flow forth from your tongue

and the day your kingdom burns around you

and your fate is absolute

and you die along the filth you've created

I'll send my regards to the once future king.

random things racing through my head

stuff i thought of and wrote down

sorry.



he said i was cute


yeah if you like long faced corn monsters

i wanna sit with you and watch commercials that are posh

like lexus and mercedes


and actually be able to joke about buying one

in an apartment overlooking the city


a sunny day on the beach

you and him cross paths, him on foot, you sitting.

he looks at her, his smile slowly erupting.

he makes his way over to her

your wearing a white sweater vest, with a white undershirt, and white pants. you hope you look radiant, and you are second guessing if your smiling is too shit eatting

they exchange akward glances, and he begins to speak

we dont hear the words

you cant beleive what he just said. sleaze of the year and suddenly that budding moustache underneath his nose, looks like a telling sign of his sleaziness.

hey, uhm, i got a house off the beach, how about you me, some wine coolers and my bedroom.... we'll watch a movie

she smiles politley and begins to speak, her lie fabricated, ready to be layed in its delicate wrapper

ive waited all this time, i think we should have more then a few minutes

but shes all ready gone, managing to slip out

he closed his eyes for what seemed to be a few moments

great, whys he not opening his eyes?

she left

111

Passive facade coarses through slightly, slowly engulfing.

Where did you go?

Are you lost at sea?

I'll sit day and night hoping you return.







I stumbled upon some OLD things today that I didnt even know I had.

I smiled at the dorkiness contained within. But hey it worked.

And it cheered me up. Today sucked hard.

Flash Fiction 2

Victoria Kate
210 Glenbrook Lane
Joliet, IL 60436

I got a job.

I plan where speed limit signs go.

love your son,
jack.

BALDERDASH!

June 4th, 2007.

Another beautiful day on planet earth. isnt it amazing to be alive?


Im going to sit up and watch the sun rise this summer. A few times.

derfgz

Today, I defintley saw the youth of america.

I found a completly full, yet clean skull of a dead animal. A possum.

I set it up on one of the disc golf tees, not harming or hurting anyone.


The kids who were behind us came upon the skull.


They started clubbing it with a stick.

Jesus.

weak post.

you were not there to reward me with interest.



Was i out of my mind?
or were the trees, shiny and lit up?
was my tin covered face pressed to hard?

I once heard dreams come true
false, untrue
dreams are world peace, unknoiwn solutions to everpresent queries
dreams arent coming true this round, my friend.




Order all the humilty, don't worry, it's on me.

Details

I'm going to attempt to write a piece of fiction, something you could read in an ultra-trendy yuppie magazine, like Details, or Esquire. Remember my dream is to one day own a home
where I can actually read Details and Esquire and fit in.

A Critical Essay Concerning A Young Mans' Romantic Affairs.

I guess you could say that I was the model of "overachiever". A guy who was the quintessential ladies man, while looking like buffets were essential to him.

I was hip, I was cool, I was me. I was pulling girls, that made people question me, usually with words like "How the fuck did he pull her?"

And that's just me. That's how I am. I am a natural sweet talker. I have had experiences and more often then naught I'd think back.

I remember a few years back. I had been out of the game for so long, that it was frightening. Upon the beginning of the Summer, i realized i definitely had to get back.

I decided to test my game out with a big girl, a girl that could also be called "Creature" with no harm, no foul. I picked her because of the adoration she had for me, and for the fact that despite her boyfriend, i knew she was the classic whore, the whore who makes no qualms about how she is, or what she does.

Why did i gravitate to a women like this?

Anyways, I called her. We exchanged pleasantries and before long I was at her house, sitting in my car with her, getting ready for a night of unknown drama, and experience. The situation started off weirdly, with her not saying anything until she peeled off some huge tangent about her day that i really wasn't particularly interested in.

I made my shot. She had already been smoking a joint before she got in my car, so there's no doubt that this attention loving girl would be modest.

Nope not at all. She flaunted her breasts, and made an attempt to be sexy. She was so dense and dull, it was like a human brick wall. She was my ages' Aunt Ethel, someone who rattled on and on about crazy shit, then lose track of what she was talking about. Her head would be busy conjuring up lies to cover up her dull, uninteresting life. All the while i sat, and laughed, and thought Jesus, Marcos, this is going to be hard. you going to be able to do this?

I started dropping more innuendo, my dialogue as if it had been lifted from some bad porno movie. I didn't care instead i churned out lies, eager to put this one down, and be ready to know that my game was tight on all levels.

Then she danced. She moved, she wiggled. The creature grinned and attempted to look sexy, all the while looking like a whale in discomfort. Harpooned, bitch? An ugly,m yet conceited woman., Holy crap.

I recline my seat back, and flaunted the goods, the butchers bloc if you will. How could she ignore the anaconda next to her, by looking at her ugly ass in the mirror? Pathetic. I started to feel my fame slip and pass me by with that action.

However, she came around. She soon started responding to my innuendo, and when she returned to dancing, she stopped long enough to flaunt her grotesque breasts. My stomach churned, my penis remained flaccid, hopefully for not longer then two months. She was denying me? Her flashes should be registered weapons. I had temporary blindness for weeks.

She got out of my car, her cutting the night short. My game had fallen. I got cut short. And as she stood outside and gave me the honor of being the victim of a flash, I felt my mind cave in. After seeing the war zone that was her body, I was even more saddened that i got denied by a woman who looked like that.

My game had failed. I had slipped.

I don't know if I was happy or sad about it either.

sunsets

Yay. It's been a long time since i've put up any writing, (I know it's been killllling you guys) but im back with a couple of new pieces i wrote tonight, just sitting around.

so in advance, my apolgies for subjecting you to it. never-the-less, enjy.


frudat

The clouds sent imposing troops, a fleet of willowy beauty, a cavalcade of warriors.

but the moon shine brightly, and when the time came, shined through it.

for even though the clouds had attempted to overthrone the moon as king of the night sky, they had failed in thier attempts.

and as i sat on the docks of updike bay, my feet swinging freely in the air, i could only think of the 2 valuable lessons, id just received.
(1. grace and humilty are the best virtues. you wont get anywhere without them

2. Just because you think your all alone, and you go unnoticed, shut up. You are noticed. And you probably make the people that notice you, very happy.



smile the brightest smiles

I sang an ode
to my old best friend
i buried them
in the white plains of snow
along with the places and things i used to know

and the moon shone brightly
with the lucidity of a tidal wave

fluorscent lights guiding my way along tonight
each road, freedom, freedom and want.
but what am i to do when ive run out of road

do i go on towards your heart, to see the object of your attraction?

i sigh gently tonight
for i will sleep.

Some day, the sun will never set.

Generation Y go fuck yourselves.

31 people killed. At school.

Not in Iraq. Not in war. None of that.

At school. At School

School, a safe haven, a place where you go to learn, to better yourselves, to make yourself a better person.

Fucking school. I hate my generation. This world is cruel, it makes me sick. We're going to hell in a handbasket.

We're the future of the world? Progress and innovation lays in our hands, the same hands that are quick to shamelessly end innocent life?

A generation that's so quick to solve or remedy thier problems by taking drastic measures, measures that end other lives, and ruin families?

This generation is pitiful. Pitiful. We put such an emphasis on stupid ass things. How many friends we have on myspace, how many comments we have on our social networking tools, how many surveys we can fill out in day, when so much more important shit is going on.

We care about dumb ass shit, how much we can drink, how badass we look, how many people we can have sex with. Only a generation with such a fucked up persepctive on the world can spawn a person who feels they need to end 31 other lives for whatever problem they may have.

For that matter, who knows if the person had problems? Luckily it's our generation that could spawn a sick individual who goes and kills innocent people for "fun".

What the fuck could be so bad in someones life that they feel it neccesary to go end others lives, much less 31 other lives?

Fuck you generation y. Go fuck yourself. I don't want any part of you. I hate it. I hate it. It's sickening. School.

School.

And none of you will probably even care. Thats why I hate you.

For the first time in my life since 9/11, I felt emptiness. Literal emptiness.

Struggling to find emotions to just even graze the surface of how I should feel. Anger? Sorrow? Disgust?

This was weirder. 9/11 was the result of foriegners not liking our way of life, alien entities hellbent on showcasing thier hatred for America on a grandiose scale.

This was worse. This was in America, at a school no less. To think that anyone is just capable of relentlessly gunning down innocent people, in America, is insane.

On 9/11, I watched two symbols of American freedom and strength become reduced to rubble in what seemed like mere moments.

Today, I think I may of watched one of the last bastions of hope for society become diluted and tarnished. A place of higher learning reduced to nothing but a mass grave for my peers.

Brothers.
Sisters.
Nieces
Nephews
Uncles.

The world is cruel.

palm

im going to california.


people frustrate the hell out of me.


and what better excuse to see palm trees?

Shinsplints.

You write about summer too much.

Blow me, It's what I love.

A reflection of summer, vol 2y7604367

Oh man, I can't wait untill summer.

Best songs in the summer. Plus girls.

Oh man, I feel like a Beach Boy.

Srsly, music and girls plus summer, amazing.

Singing catchy ass songs. The tone of the season: acoustic.

Constants. Hot weather, clear skies and pretty sunsets.

Stark contrast from cloudy, abysmal condtions like now, constantly wet.

Summer. The breeze kicks ass, the sky looks like the bluest ocean you could ever dream up. Each phase of the day, beautiful.

Sunrise,
Day
Sunset, beauty amazing colors.

Night is amazing. Understatment. It seems as if you can see on forever and every star possible is out. and ou could and you would be happy accomplishing nothing, as long as you layed on your back and watched the stars.

everything is so much happier in summer.

eternal youth.

parchment.

i layed the foundation of this home
with bricks
bought from the blood money
that flows from creeks.

i am the pride of mexico
the son of apathy
melancholy chills my bones

is the paper yellow stained
or has the toxic in my heart seeped onto the only thing i love?

We Shared A Lakehouse.

It leads me to beleive that he used his dry skin as ink as blotter.
As matter of factly a statement could be said.
So it rang as so.
How can I enjoy my meal
if my grandparents cant get out of my drink?
No sooner had the sun set
then me to be assaulted by blue
raw hues of color, assaulting me as i rethink helplessly
No one told you to care this much.
So I attach, whats the cause for concern?
do we really live in such a bland world
that things such as genuine affection and honesty are discarded
for the virtues that idiocy eschews?

Octopi

Don't mind the garden
The octopus arent taking too well
I remember wide eyed awe
I saw a squirell!
What else besides prostitution
could i lay on my back and just enjoy it with glee
Above, space became my playground
venturing to wide open fields
with nothing in hand
and arriving back far after sundown
and open windows, starry nights
breezes, everything was right.
everything was right.

Shanty

What a hole my face has become.
To allow such filth to slip in
to listen, to allow, to give attention to such ridiculous notions
I swallow, and regain my splendor.
my eyes view a tree
a previous me would beleive in notions
like i was just with my girlfriends
or i really had to run an errand i swear, but
this incarnate cut through the revelry, and realized
that it went down, snapped under duress
enjoiyng its life as a log.

Giant Steps.

Uhm, so yeah. I just found a bunch of my writing from my creative writing class. (rofl). In retrospect, it was an amazing class, becuase it taught me about techniques and such. Also because it made me not be lazy, and organize all my stuff. So yes, this will be a big, long, boring post, but enjoy it. I really like a couple of these pieces, and I hope you do too.



Nassau County

I shaved today, and decided to slit my throat. Unbeknownst to me I had nothing left to give, I sat and stared, i sucked wind, and blew sweet kisses. Iin the distance, I beheld a figure, majestic, grand, pure, and unadulterated good, the aborigines to my sides spoke in hushed tones. His name was Bryan Kreis, and to the multitudes he brought salvation. approaching me now, my heart beat faster, and as he began to speak my heart stared to crumble, but he looked and...

complimented me on my fucking beard.

Westerlies

I want to fuck a stupid New Jersey hooker and then bathe myself in her various cosmetic nuiances,
I want to immerse myself in a subculture of complete idiocy,
I want to feast on the misfortune of others, I desire to dine at the table of suffering,
and laugh at the ignorant,
blindly fellating hollow ideas and values.
Tonight, I'll suffocate myself slowly and bury myself under pretentious reasoning.

This next piece is an actual structured poem. It's a pantoum, and although it may not be the best, Im very proud of me actually being able to complete one. I hate structure, and attempting to structure poems. (im a bad poet in the traditional sense, lawl)

Untitled Pantoum

She breathes, she walks, she does everything air tight,
The way she moves, makes me forget about her flaws, if only for a bit.
I don't need the chance, I dont have the time, I don't need your burden
You'd package my failure and sell it for profit.

The way she moves, makes me forget about her flaws, if only for a bit.
I see through, I spend time lying, I defend myself from you.
You'd package my failure and sell it for profit.
No friends care, no one comes to my aid, all she does is imbrue.

I dont need the chance, I dont have the time, I dont need your burden
She breathes, she walks, she does everything air tight.

Ahoy! The Gilfs!

Oh shit, this again?
Same thing, different day
I know what shes asking,
She does it, I hate it, Deny it so,
What the hell, my mind races, sweaty
Sweaty palms, her eyes wander, drift
And come back again, I can't keep
Doing it, but it happens, What do I do?
She's a girl, I know, she's different, it's true.
A vision in antiquity, weathered and learned
What the hell? I do it, maybe get pleased
Don't do it, and I'm happy, but she aint
I can't, she can't, she won't let me live it down.
She asks with a smile
I answer with a frown
To answer without akwardness is futile
For, to others this is a no brainer
But to me I can't, just can't start to do it,
She's nice, true, she's attractive maybe,
But to tell you the truth,
I can't do it, I just can't
Bring myself to kiss,
My best friends mom.

That was an internal dialogue piece, that I threw together 2 mintues before it was due. The next is an early attempt by me, to create a rhyming poem.

Perishable

She left at about a quarter past noon,
Disguised as an errand, an effort to start anew
To her parents it wasn't much too soon
Expected, unexpected was what she yearned to do

Moved to a town, where the liquor flowed like water
Met drifters in bars, and found hope in thier gaze
Unknowingly, her trust is what led to her slaughter
He rhope for a better future devoured by a blaze

The news ran a bulletin, the media ate it up
A delicate body, found maimed, disembowled and tore
Mutiliation abound, her blood filling the news' cup
Front page headlines championing the cops, the case shut like a door.

It's a shame when this is what I write about
A shame that I write and describe so
A way to get my vivid imagination out
Im glad I don't write what I know.



The next poem, was supposed to to be an open poem. I had nothing else to write about, so i decided to write about my dad. (ps, he likes to drink.) I like it, but i feel it seems too... hawthorne heights-y, too angsty. But i like it, so enjoy.

Cruz Azul

Co-sign, Un sign, Resign this,
Pushing, pulling, demanding the world
Wordsgetjumbledup,yourmeaning can'tbeclear
You promise the best, but deliver the least.
A stoic face, drunken, and ignoble, dishonorable hands
Tied together from the start, to end, to the near begin of every
Thing, you've ever tried to do, just continues on, in a circle for
This is how you've given me the best in run on sentences punctuated
By the smell of hard liquor, sod, and sweat, the green of your shirt bleeds
into your skin, a metamorphasis, your words rise
and fall, like the promises you make
the actions you leave, the course
you take, I've never known
you to be truthful, or sober
I ask for the least
I expect this
father



Wow, really ffing long post. I think that satisfies Sundays and Mondays quota. Im going fishing folks.

chemicals between us

if i had to be any animal in the world, id be a walrus, because they are so awesome. they are huge, and stuff, and powerful ferocious creatures, with huge tusks, to kill people with.

man summer is coming so quick... this year, for the yearly installment of my world reknowned mixtapes, "Smooth Bitches" and "Makin Out Jams" im adding "The Farewell Tour", onto the end of both albums because well this is my last summer before Im officially a college student, and i dont have to come home to this house every day.

so this summer calls for alot of deep sea diving, tressure hunting, using metal detectors to detect fields because i can finally afford them, go spelunking, snorkeling, scubaing, disc golfing, playing pool, playing softball, sitting at the supersecrethidden spot and chill and listen to the allman brothers, and look at the moon. (Moon and stars on a perfect night sky equals mega cool and mega trippy) and workin my magic on all the nervous girls who have hidden desire for me, yet are too afraid to admit it.

tis going to be a GREAT effing summer. Im so happy.

LA SEXORCISTO.

I think this summer, I shall provide myself with much needed R & R.

Because, although my acceptance might not be final, due to my bio class, I think this summer would serve as a perfect summer to accomplish my goal, before possibly heading to juco for another and final fall semester.

I should build a log cabin in the woods, so I can play pool, and disc golf all day.

Well, anything I can do that can get me away from this. And by "this" i dont mean this town, or anything (oh my god, me not bitching about joliet, its a fucking miracle! but seriously) but rather the people I deal with.

Friends, family, and the like. And just random people. People are fuxed up here. i kind of want to move onto the shores and just look at the beach everyday. it beats smoke stacks and deceptive smiles, and false pretenses.

yes, yes, i think this summer shall be a good one indeed! im so excited. tyme2pwn.

Astonishment of Wanderlust.

My modus operandi is not deceipt, or mistrust, or even to sell you the corpse of christ.

nor to ruin or rot your mind.

i operate soley on function and desire.

nothing more advanced then said, but a dificult complex problem to understand

no one understands my blues.

i threw reason into the ocean.


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