Brave-Wolverine

“This is an amazing opportunity. Why aren’t you taking it?” “Because it means I can’t be with you, and you are the most important thing in my life. Besides I can compose anywhere.” “Yes, but this opportunity isn’t anywhere, it’s in LA.” “It means that I have to be away from you for two or more years, so I am not going to take it.” “Your music has really taken off here, but it’s time to move onto the next step. You’re not going to get anywhere in the Bay Area.” “Look: you are all I need, I don’t need this program. So let’s just lea

The memories I have of my mom during my first half of grade school are dominated by her entangled in the sheets of the huge bed that she shared with no one except for me when a night terror struck. In that bed she would sleep, or sob, or blankly stare at the cop drama that played on the TV; at that time in our lives she was an insufficiently treated suicidal manic bipolar depressant. To my recollection during her “dark days”, which that time period is now referred to in my family, she was mostly nonfunctional, which just meant that she stayed imprisoned in those sheets; however, sometimes she would be functional and would come dow

There once was a man named Geoff, who owned and trained Geodudes. Because "geo". Once day Geoff brought his team of Geodudes to the water gym and kept losing. He didn't know why. The old lady in the house next door said, "Its because rock sucks balls against water." So Geoff went off and got a Ponyta. Which was quite a mystery since there were no fire pokemon around the gym to catch, so no one new where the hell he got it. So he went back into the gym with his team of Ponyta and Geodudes and lost again. He asked the gym leader why he lost and he said, "Its because fire and rock are my bitch, stupid." So Geoff leveled up his pokemon to level 1

His strong body and kind eyes will forever be tattooed onto the back of my eyelids His natural movement has infused itself into the life sustaining beat of my heart The way he maneuvers through every obstacle presented makes everything as simple as a grid The love between the two of us is intense enough to make a still beat restart Thick golden ropes of trust bind us together in an inseparable pair For not even a handsome and lusty boy can worm his way in between us Speed is pumped through his muscular legs which allow the two of us to fly into the air Others stop and ask me why I pour all of my time into him thus Every time I try to explain

Get over yourself. Those words have been said to Me many a time, and repeated In my own off toned voice. What do these three words mean? What action is expected to follow? I have gotten over myself. I No longer view myself as a Brilliant gifted individual with a boat Load of potential and overwhelming success. The praise has been heard enough. Nor do I think that I Am a failure, or someone to Disappear into the woodwork of society. I am not the stereotypical teenager Full of eternal angst and hatred. I’m simply over myself and my “greatness” Or my “follies”.  I am content. I know who I am. Thus why Are adje

The cop sat me down and gave me a look of pity; I knew he was thinking ‘oh what has happened to our youth today?’ It drove me crazy. I didn’t ask for the events leading up to my crime to happen, they just did because that is how life fucking works. Even the best of us get shit for nothing at all; it is all we can do to retaliate. “Why did you do it, son?” said the cop, he was trying to coax the answer out of me. I tightened my jaw and tightened the two handed fist that I had laying on the table. The two of us sat there in that interrogation room just like that for about another fifteen minutes. The cop finally le

I pushed my large steed into an extended stride, the thunder under us became louder and the rolls further apart. The log came in front of us, as I pulled up my body he balanced his power onto his back legs. We soared over the log effortlessly, landing lightly on the other side and I ushered him forward along the long side of the fence line. Valentino and I had done it; we had out run the wind, pride and confidence swelled in our entire being. He came to a walk the second I tightened my abs and thighs, I collapsed onto his neck rubbing it enthusiastically while singing praises into his ear. “Good job Katie; Valentino has a lot of confide

Four long years ago, That is the last Time I saw your Familiar and handsome face. Four very long years, Since I last heard Your smooth calming voice. I heard it again. Four grueling long years, But today as your Greatest fear stood with Me on his back, Despite four long years, I was able to Hear it again. Reciting Its simply motivational maxim: "I know you have it in you." With new found heart I seize the reins. I take in my Deep breaths and stop. With two unexpected rears The four long years Came rushing back ensconced It those seven words. "I know you have it in you." That one of a Kind voice that moves Me to tears of Joy and ex

Not a lot of people know my story, so consider yourself privileged to hear it. Or unfortunate, for I have been told that my life up to this point has been heartbreaking and inhumane. Although for me I just consider my life, it has happened and now it's trapped in the past. Nevertheless my story starts identical to everyone else's; with my parents. The air was always thick with this hypnotic smoke up in my old and musty environment. The effect on me was much like the effect on bees when they are smoked out of their hive; I slowly stumbled about the rough and splintered floor. At some points the smoke was so thick that I couldn't see more than

Tick. Tick. Tick. Interminable Never ending Always present Tick. Tick. Tick. The hands keep circling The gears keep turning The noise still sounds Its ceaseless syllable yells Tick. Tick. Tick. The white face bright On my tired eyelids The black numbers smirking At the lost moments Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock running my Life always depending on Its position and what Action's at that time Tick. Tick. Tick. Controlled by a simple Machine that is nothing More than metal and Springs that proves harsh Tick. Tick. Tick. Now what if the Clock is stopped cold? What beat would conduct My directionless life blood? Tick.