in-class thought log
transfer to me the ovum transfer to me the cherry blossoms and hyacinths and hibiscus leaves what’s the point? the world will end tomorrow or tomorrow or…
The Fantastic Mister Fish
521 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
for sale
I spent one too many seconds in the baby shoes aisle and my heart won’t stop breaking
pt. IV
*January 3rd, 2014 - present* they used to call you newt. you are a cancer on my heart, decrepit: covered in mold and cobwebs. at the center of it, is the…
pt. III
*September 1st, 2009 - February 20th, 2014* they used to call you Halifax. it was nothing close to love, but you were oh-so ever-present. your mother asked why…
pt. II
*August 18th, 2008 - March 30th, 2013* they used to call you TTW. but all you ever do anymore is deny, deny, deny. you deny that you’ve torn apart your skin…
a short history of you
*April 26th, 2008 - July 7th, 2010* they used to call you sun-dragon. but our relationship was bookended by two disasters. a panic attack on the twenty-second…
wax
then leave me here with broken bones, with broken heart and home, don’t give me hope of ampersands nor sleep in beds of loam. though it may seem peculiar now…
don't
don’t think of end, my only friend, when parallels do sing. with broken chyme and tattered rhyme the morning bells do ring. don’t think of death when you’re at…
aftermath
you were the crack in my pavement and she was the flower that sprang forth from the dirt that you left exposed. a sweet flower, young and innocent, oblivious…
purple
How did I get here? I lie on the floor, the ugly and scratchy grey/black carpet pressing uncomfortably against my bare back. I mentally curse its ugliness and…
magnetic poetry: edición español
echa me de tu sangre; te pidé el mundo, pero no piensas en esa tierra desnuda. - - - (it’s much prettier in spanish, so this is a rough translation rather than…
Depression / Loneliness
Her absence was obvious. He wanted to eat the emptiness, to inject sadness into his veins. He wanted to feel something. But he couldn’t.
The Man Who Knew Everything
There once was a man who lived alone. One day a beautiful girl showed up at his door, pleading for a night away from the cold. The man prepared her a fine…
inebriation / fabrication
it’s four am, i’m still awake, my blindness isn’t cured. i’m drunk again, no time will tell how long until the next bottle downed will clear my hateful mind…
flat tire
i guess i should feel bitter because you broke my heart and such but i just can’t make me do it i love you just too much i got just what i wanted, an answer…
one new message
my hands are shaking oh god why haven’t i learned not to love you high
trains and sewing machines
that night you drank the whole bottle: i hid because i wanted to die. it only became a game when you started looking for me.
I may have failed but
when I talk to you about the future and all the happy times I will have with my wife and kids, I have always meant to include you in them. and what eats me…
i'm sorry
i just wish that someone once in a while would call in and check to see if i was okay because i’m not i don’t think i thought i was but now all of a sudden i…
A poem for my father's birthday
*A poem for my father’s birthday* I realized, less than a year ago, that you were old. You are a grandfather now; and you are completely and utterly and…