Let Down

That moment of unabashed energy.
Crumbling into nothing, let down over-easy.
Sighing over inopportune moments and infinite sadness.
Craving more time only to be brought down amongst
the many, tasting bittersweet lies.
Join the rest hoping some Aphrodite falls into well rested laps.
Hope dwindles away over time.

Random Act of Kindness

On my way to class I decided to get a bottle of water out of the coke machine. Well the mother F'n machine took my dollar and of course it was my last one. Despair was creeping up on me, what was I to do? Try and get my money back or surrender and go to class. Surrender was the option I chose maybe today just wasn't my day. Head down, defeated, I was about to set off for class until an unfamiliar voice perked up my ears. "I was going to get something to eat but I'm not hungry. I saw the machine eat your dollar so you can have mine." At first I didn't want to take it, it could have been her last dollar for all I knew and I just couldn't take it. She wasn't havin that. She forced the dollar into my hands and with a smile on her face said "Enjoy." I thanked her turned to put the money in the machine and when I turned back to get her name she was gone. I wish I could have got her name because most people wouldn't do something like that. She made my day because that water sure did quench the thirst and its nice to see there are some people in this world who don't think about nothing but themselves. I might never see this girl again but its ok, she has shown me that there are still good people in this world and if I ever get the chance to do something nice for someone I'm jumpin on it.

Bronchitis Attacks

Cold shivers run up and down the body. The sickness is startin to run its course.
Phlegm fills up every inch of my tobacco scarred lungs. Slight relief comes only by coughing
Coughing isn't fun until it starts ripping everything in the chest to shreds.
"You're runnin a fever" the doctor slowly states in his monotone voice. "No shit" I retort. "Turn the damn air on!"
This just in: Climbing stairs has been linked to causing cancer. Oh well, add it to the list.
Imitation orange cough syrup piss the taste buds off...maybe it was supposed to be imitation grape. Whatever, all of them make me want to vomit.
Lungs feel like they're ready to collaspe. I should quit cigarettes and greenary, my lungs tell me they aren't helpin much.
Sweat soaks the shirt. At least it's coolin me off a lil.
"Make sure you take all the medicine," the crusty old lady remarks. Why? If I'm feelin better you best believe I'm not putting anymore of that vile liquid down my throat.
The end is somewhere around the corner, maybe tomorrow, though probably not. This stuff never really goes away. It waits for the opportune moment to strike, making the body hate its own existence.

Long Time Gone

Competative Cowboys shoot the atmosphere,

participation random...relaxation impossible.

Choking dust fill parched throats,

the bear finds no remorse.

Lead explodes through organs and fur,

life spews out gaping wounds.

Earth trembles with the involuntary weight

forced upon it.

Death's grip comes quickly; executioners shout delight

their horses weep

knowing the world has moved on