sandals are not made for runningSo I'm running.Ive been running for quite a whilenow, it calms me.Whenever mom and one of her jerk boyfriends is home I run.Just around the neighborhood once or twice.I like the feel of the pavement slappingagainst my sandals.Sandals arent very good to run in butI alwayys buy them to feel the-smack-on my feet.And feel it tingle and slowly dissapatethrough my body.It helps me know Im grounded, stillin realityBecause when I run, I dream. I dreamIm not just Jane living in somedump of a town, with her crack headmother and her 'Boyfriend of the Day'.Im Janet, with hair like silver,skin like velvet, freckle
Dear Teacher 1Dear Teacher,I have something to tell you. I find your handlebar mustache and bald head very attractive. I do not find math interesting at all. During all of class I fantasize about growing a handlebar mustache myself. I wish i could stroke it. Best Wishes, Mustache Admirer
SometimesSometimes I think I love you.And then you open your fucking mouth. God almighty, do you think before you speak?One day I met you.I still regret it. I want my stuff back. Now.I think you smell really nice. You tell me it's the smell of conditioner. Lies. Pure. Lies. But one thing I know is true is they They are With Someone Else.I like it when you smile.Yes, I am single and a little desperate. The desperation is what makes me a good kisser.I don't mind that you're a little creepy, as long as you killed anyone. Y'know, just so I can wake up
Hobby I have a hobby and her name is Madeline. She is eleven years old and lives on West Avenue. Every day I wait behind the bushes near her school. I follow her, careful not to be seen. Her long orange curly hair flows, calling me to reach out and touch her. Madeline takes the usual route home. Oh, how I wish to be close to her. I left a present on her doorstep last night. Her mother threw away a freshly dead finger I found in the garbage. I was quite angry; it took me all night to find it. I sung outside Madeline's window, asking for her love. The neighbor then proceeded to try and hurt me with a shovel. Love
Young and StupidI used to be young and stupid.Now I'm just stupid.
Medicinal Intervention 1On my way to school this morning, I was late. Mom leaves for work before I wake up and I forgot to turn on my alarm clock. I felt like I forgot something important. When I bent over to tie my shoe outside, I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye. It was a tiny little red speck. Then, as it got closer I realized something. It was a garden gnome.Now I'm not the most intelligent of people in the world. I got held back in Kindergarten for "behavioral issues," but I know for a fact, that garden gnomes do not move. They also do not try to hide behind bushes in a feeble attempt at camouflage. In all my twelve years of life I have never
Toothpaste Part 1Bertha and I have been stuck together for the past forty years. Now, by stuck together I mean, I knocked her up when I was 18 and she was 16. Bertha doesn't believe in marriage. " I don't need the state of New York to tell me I can legally piss you off. I can do that just fine without a certificate." But I, Michael Jefferson being the God fearing man that I am, married her.Now I remember why I am an atheist.Marriage has times of give and take. When I wanted to buy a new car, I kept the money for the kids' college. When she wanted new shoes I bought new shoes for her. If Billy got caught getting slinky with the neighbors' whore of a daugh
Oprah is cancelledMy brother and I are polar opposites even though we are identical twins. People describe me as 'unemotional', 'heartless', 'that weird guy'. I prefer introverted. Others would say my brother is 'shy', 'extremely caring', or 'a total priss' I agree with the last statement. Mr Winston is a great example.A year ago, our first year in college, we were renting our rooms from a nice elderly couple. We returned from spring break to find Mr. Winston dead, with our cat eating his face off. Charles burst into tears. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Oh God, why, wy did this happen!?!" Nonchalantly, I stare at the mangled creature. "Well this was going to h
Remember the party last night?I awoke in a strange room. It took me a few seconds to realize I was in a hotel room. Groggily I went to the bathroom. I peered through my slit eyes. My dark skin looked paler than usual. I could barely remember last night. I struggle to remember. I was at a rave last night. I was with her- no him, all of last night. Three people already had been with him before. Wet and used I put it on. I had no idea where it came from, but the important think was that it worked. I try to blow some life into him; he is limp, like a rag. Soon he comes too;"Damn man, what happened", asked the stranger. "I think you stopped breathing. Your friends told me yo
Coming OutHer laugh broke the silence. "You're joking, right?" "No, I'm totally serious here" I said. "Is it really that hard to believe?" Martha stared at me for a while. "Dan put you up to this didn't he?" "I know how him and George always bul-"It's not them. I just woke up this morning and decided to tell you." I interrupted her. Martha hates being interrupted. And being told she's wrong."I know you can be a feminine sort of boy Charlie, but I know you're better than this. I know this is some kind of phase, and that it will pass. You'll get older and you'll wonder why you did all this and laugh at yourself""Mom," I said. She knows I'm serious
Army of OneI knew this day would come. I saw my comrades, every day being sloppily used. Unfeeling, using us every day, our master sends us to battle. I knew my time was coming. I can hear the gears turning, the sound of others who have died before me, the smell of ink overwhelming. I start to prepare for the worst when the unexpected happens;"Damn, the shredder is jammed again." He leaves to find some scissors.Thankfully, I have been spared, but not for long. Soon he returns with my long time nemesis, the scissors. This time, I know I cannot escape my fate. He opens the window nearby and begins his work on cleaning out the shredder. I look for a w
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