Monday, November 30, 2009

The Envy Of Wishes

You wake up with a list of all the people you'd rather be. But you're already on everyone else's list.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Practical Guide To Consumables

You should eat to fill your stomach, not your soul. And drink to numb your thirst, not your pain.

Friday, November 27, 2009

The War To Save The Planet

You will not save the Earth, gunning down aliens from the back of your Hummer.

You will not save the Earth, smashing zombies in the face with a spade.

You will not save the Earth, standing on a burning car (your fist in the air).

You will not save the Earth by deciding which wire to cut (red/blue) at the last second.

You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit.

You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit on the beaches.

You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit in the fields and in the streets.

You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit in the hills.

And we shall never surrender.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The Superhero Struggling Up Stairs

Dear Diary,

Today I let the mask slip just a little and all the villains come flooding in.

While I don't expect you, as a book filled with lines, to understand my predicament, understand that I will be home late tonight. There will be blood on my costume. And the dishes will have to wait.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Shop That Lets You Rent Happiness

"This is the one." The universe assures me from behind the counter.

"But I thought you said the last one was the one." I reply.

"No." Says the universe. "I sold you that one so you would know that this, this is the one."

"Is there another one?" I ask the universe.

"I can't tell you." They reply. "It'd ruin the surprise."

Monday, November 23, 2009

The Missing Exclamation Marks

You're ok. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It's ok. It's over now. You're ok. Wake up. Please wake up. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me. I love you so fucking much. Come back.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Tender Tinder Box

You've made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn't have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn't want me to play with fire. I need a light.

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Heart Rides On

I love you. I love your eyes. I love your smell. I love your hair. I love your laugh. I love your skin. I love everything inside you. And I'll try to make all the parts that I find, happy.

Because you make me happy. So much.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

The Object Of The Exercise

If you want to feel special, help others.

If you want to always wish you felt special, help yourself.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Sayings Mean Nothing

The people who told you that the early bird catches the worm are also the same people who'll tell you later, after you've eaten a worm, that only fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Monday, November 16, 2009

The Battle That Starts The War

We are at the gates.

We are at the gates and we are coming for you.

We are coming to set the wrong things right.

We are coming to destroy your policies.

We are coming to destroy your calendars.

We are coming to destroy your tyranny and we are going to replace it with a democracy of ideas.

We are here for your assignments, expense reports and time sheets and we are going to start a fire so big and so bright, the sky itself will gasp.

We are coming. For you.

The Ground Will Give Way

The bad news is, your choices and intentions, some people and places, those nights spent awake and all you've done, can lead you to the bottom of the pit.

The good news is, this wouldn't be the first time someone's crawled, tooth and nail, out of hell.

Friday, November 13, 2009

The Orderly Queue

Don't be shy. You can take another piece of me. Everyone else already has.

Until there's nothing left. Until I disappear

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Lantern In The Lifeboat

I am nervous. I'm afraid. But I will stand here in the white hot heat of you. I will play Russian roulette with your playlists. I will tell jokes I'm not sure you'll find funny. I will hold on until there is no more reason to. And in the end, I will break the stars and resurrect the sun.

The Beauty Of Errors

I made a lot of mistakes before I got to you (each one honest and none that I regret). The same way a tree bends in the wind and twists and turns, before it can touch the sky.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Last Boss

Out of ammo and out of lives and out of credits.

Though my damage is low, if you fall, I will stand over your body and begin to fight where you ended.

In the blood. In the mud.

Until they bring me down.

The Ticket Is Valid

And maybe I'll sleep at the station because there's nothing to go home to but an empty fridge and some stale mayonnaise.

And maybe I'll make friends with the guys sleeping under cardboard boxes and newspapers and we'll discuss what it means to love and to live.

And maybe I'll wander the city, one lost particle in a dust storm of Mondays, late nights and reports due yesterday.

And maybe I'll get on a plane or a ship and get lost in places I've never been lost in before.

And maybe I'll keep my phone on me in case you call. And tell me there's something to come home to.

Friday, November 6, 2009

The AWOL Hearts

Let's play hopscotch in malls. Let's drive fast with the top down. Let's turn up the music as loud as it'll go. Let's put a couch on an island in the middle of the freeway and wave at everyone on their way to work. Let's hug strangers in parking lots. Let's hand out secret messages at traffic lights. Let's make lists of all the things that make us smile and tick them off, one at a time. The world will carry on without you and me when we're gone. Let it carry on without us, today.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Serving Suggestion

And though love is a drunk, sleeping off its hangover in the gutters between the years, you need to smile at the bitch anyway.

The Zodiac Of One

When I look up at night, all the constellations look like you.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Ornate Cage

You see suns that never were and stare at skies that don't exist. You listen to songs that were never played and read books that were never written. And your mind is so beautiful and full. But I'm glad it's not mine.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

The Stranger In Waiting

I'm sure you've met them. They say they’ll put you back together while they’re tearing everything apart. And they use the type of lips you can taste for years.