better luck next time she in so many words. my cards grew cold on the table before she could discard my hearts for lack of spades in my life. she knew my hand couldent beat hers the moment we made eye contact and my pokerface faded into an akward smile that discounted all the bluffs and trump cards i could have ever tried my luck with. shes a brilliant player and now all she has to say is better...

this plane is going down, i shot the pilot and the sky is falling fast as blue fades into green you have minutes left. 40,000 feet, and what are you thinking about? loved ones? 30,000 feet, no? thinking about your past, well you have no future 20,000 feet, how about the person next to you? do they even exist right now 10,000 feet, putting your mask on and bracing for impact, you must know that's...

Free falling through your mind you find things about yourself you never knew you knew but have always known. Self realizations are comforting in small ways but everything that encompasses you has always been there and always will be. Can one thought change your entire life? One dream dictate the person that you are? It’s a fact of life that we want to change ourselves but the bane of our...

Her stench hung in the air like a stale 20 ferrying dust into your nose. The course wires protruding from her scalp hadn’t seen any liquid but sweat since just about as long as her grime covered face. Fingernails painted black with decay look the same as press-ons in the heat of the moment. Desperation flows like any red carpet dress and she looked more beautiful drenched in it than any starlet...

i cant see anymore my senses are failing. each day brings fewer and fewer options, fewer and fewer chances. with every night the choices i've made seem more and more wrong, its almost as if those warnings that fell on deaf ears shouldev been taken too heart, but it's too late for that now so why wont this regret fade from my mind. theres nothing to be done now but to warn the next generation that...

its amazing how much you can change when you forget who are you. my closet is full of clothes that hang in forms of people i once was, people i don't even know anymore. the people ive tried to befriend, the girls ive tried to impress its pathetic to think my persona was dictated by the people around me and explains why i know absolutely nothing about myself. i'm a stranger in my own head, a...