Designated Doodler

My room is hot. The battery in the clicker that controls my fan and light is dead. Awake at 2:30 in the morning, this almost feels like a summer night. But it's not. I just took a six hour nap and woke up in the middle of the night. I tiptoed out and got my phone. Filled up a glass of water as I observed the night form of my daytime home. Sometimes life just feels so weird. And I think this is one of those nights. Where you lie beneath a still fan in the dark, cursing Whataburger patty melt ads that cut through your Spotify songs. But when the Antlers start playing "Rolled Together," everything goes back to being alright. A week ago I didn't know what to do with my future, but now I do. So thanks for taking the poll, all three of you. I guess it didn't matter anyway, because I chose an option that got no votes. Oh well. So long and thanks for all the queues. I'm going out onto the ocean in a paper boat. In a voyage of tests and trials to see if I sink ...

I used to look up at the sky As I lay on my skateboard At the end of the driveway And think to myself That you weren’t that far +++++++++++++++++++++ Highlighter green Apples poured off the trees That lined the drive littering the concrete But I would push them aside Rolling back and forth As I stared at the sky +++++++++++++++++++++ Thinking that this was the same sun That wrapped you in light And even though it was hard Maybe you weren’t that far …Just a sky away ….Not that far apart …Just a plane ride from today And we were connected still Because the clouds that rolled over me in the light of day Would hover over you at night, in the sweet Pennsylvania dark +++++++++++++++++++++ Just nine years old I went where I was told My back on the black sandy surface Of a well-worn skateboard That peeled at the corners Nudging apples out of my way As I rocked back and forth In the burning heat of midday With nothing in me that...

I feel like it's been a really long time since I've written a blog post. I guess that's what happens when you start another blog (or two). I don't even know what to write right now. Not every piece of writing can be a stroke of genius, and I feel tapped out. Between the art I churn out non-stop and the writing I do for myself...I'm tired. It's a good distraction though...writing, blogging, art, SAT tutoring, art tutoring. It keeps my mind off the fact that everything's going to change. But hey, who doesn't love drastic life changes? Oh right...everybody. Haha. All I can think right now is that I'd love to go home. That and I ate way too many toffee-flavored, chocolate covered almonds. So instead of putting into words the past (however many) weeks, I thought I'd just slap up some photos. The probability that anyone is reading this is likely slim, but I don't really care. This post is for me - so I don't forget the good things tha...

Why you here? Goodbye. Why write, why try? You don't have the time Just go to bed Didn't you know That poetry is dead? That nobody wants that shit if it don't rhyme If it's not for a grade What's the point, who has the time? Didn't no one tell you - Poetry is gone The death breath of English Only alive in song Well not really Not anymore Not for long Don't you know That cool kids don't care if it's a way to crawl into someone else's skin if it's a way to look at humanity And for once in your life see kin To feel something you've never felt To deal with things you've never dealt Searing pain and burning joy Wicked loss and undying love That stands the test of time - survives the years And gives you the chance To cry humanity's immortal tears Nah, it's silly, it's dumb Let's get lost in lazy It's easy, it's numb English is gone Didn't they tell you? It died. Some people s...

The sight of himself as a child was jarring. There was no time to think, no room to breathe. Jim’s blue eyes were blown wide with panic, his vision sending him black dot warnings of hyperventilation. He took measured breaths to slow his heart and balled his fingers into fists so hard that little pink crescent marks were forming in the flesh. Before him was the expansive window of the deck, that had become a video monitor, and behind him was the majority of his first shift crew, staring at the screen. “Shut it off,” he ground out through locked teeth. “I can’t sir…” Sulu replied weakly, frantically pawing at the technology before him - to no avail. --- That morning, despite his First Officer’s protests, Jim beamed down to a newfound Class M planet that they had been hovering over for nearly a week. The blue sphere was called Kasor, and was completely undiscovered until they shot down a Starfleet vessel in trans orbital exploration. Apparently they possessed incr...

What happens when you hold in a sneeze? Where does it go? When you don't let it out After feeling it brew behind your face In rumbling, tickling, shakes Not letting it escape But breathing in sharp Squishing nostrils together Until the sneeze suffocates Where did it go? Did it evaporate? Disintegrate? Crawl back into the brain? They say it's not good to hold it in But what do they know? About pushing sneezes down Or about letting sneezes go Neither of which, is what I really want to know.

I wanted to write this for them Whoever it was That died on the sun-kissed highway Right outside my office In the morning, last Monday When coworkers stood at grand glass windows to see The crash, the reason why frustrated drivers wondered what was taking so long, what was going on Sitting in a glittering line of rumbling motionless cars that was hundreds of headaches long You could hear the roar of the air  being sliced by metal blades The familiar whine of multiple sirens Yelling above the rush hour parade And in the building Workers asked workers in hushed words as they arrived up the stairs "Did you see it? Have you heard?"