Playlist Story

I Need Something----Newton Faulkner

On The Run---- K-OS Ft. Saukratez

Come Fly With Me ----Frank Sinatra

Lose Yourself---- Eminem

Lions Mouth---- Young Rebel Set

Gravity---- John Mayer

Sky Is Falling---- Blackalicious

Escaping Arkham ---- Common Market

The Island ---- Nujabes

Wade In Your Water ---- Common Kings

Lead Sails Paper Anchors ---- Atreyu

It's Cold---- Saigon

It's Too Late For Us---- Little Brother

Something In The Water---- Brooke Foster

Other Side (Remix) ---- Macklemore

Swing Life Away---- Rise Against

Dear God ---- Logic

the Prayer ---- Kid Cudi

Save Yourself---- Jedi Mind Tricks

Flash Light ---- Parliment

Further Up---- Caspian

Rebirthing---- Skillet

Found me ---- The Fray

Say---- Method Man ft. Wu-Tang Clan

The Lining Is Silver---- Relient K

Paradise---- Coldplay

Somewhere Over The Rainbow ---- IZ

Im Free---- Soul Position
Welcome Home---- Radical Face

Another Day---- Living Legends

The Show Goes On ---- Lupe Fiasco

The End---- Macklemore

 

Astronaut

Astronaut

Back in elementary school I had this obsession with astronauts, my friend Sam and I watched shuttles launch on TV wondering how far away a man could fly from this pale blue dot we call home. A few years later Sam and I were playing basket ball and we were trying to touch the rim of the hoop so when we grew even taller we could dunk like our favorite athletes. This curiosity consistently grew as we watched legs bend and snap up, tendons tighten and pressure is released on the balls of the feet. But see I don’t think it was the game I was actually paying attention to. I began to jump, everywhere I went. I would jump through the halls and between the cracks in the pavement and on top of benches and through trees and in the grocery store or just at home. I didn’t know why at the time, but I became obsessed. An addiction of sorts. And speaking of addiction a few years later Sam and I grew distant from each other and I heard from a few people he had been making stupid decisions. From DUI to MIP, you see Sam enjoyed partying; he would drink shot after shot to burn his throat. He couldn’t hold his cup still, but somehow it would just continue to refill. Spill that drink on the floor. Dizziness dissolved brain cells, trying to break free from those metal bar stools stood on wobbly tables and his designated driver snapped, only to let him fall… Designated 6 feet deep. Poetry in motion, a dead poet’s society. Carpe Diem shouldn’t involve a twisted heap of metal and crying mothers. Seize the day they say, seizing on the cold red pavement where he lay, that’s where Sam’s last breath would be made. The other day I was offered to go to a party where alcohol would be served. But I politely declined the offer see; I closed that door of opportunity because I was afraid Sam’s skeleton would be waiting for me. He just wanted a way out and no one would hold the door for him, and he couldn’t open it himself because the weight of the world was in his arms. The force unbearable. He collapsed spilling the vial content onto the floor. And if we didn’t clean it up it would burn holes in the ground. Maybe… I jumped so much because if you added up all the little bits of hang time, every jump between cracks or in the grocery store or through the trees they would hopefully be enough to jump me all the way to the moon where our child hood dream stood with an American flag in hand. Huston we solved the problem you see gravity is 5/6 less on the moon than on earth making all that weight we all carry every day light as a feather, we can all flock together. I jump because it’s the closest thing I can do to get closer to Sam, and leave this earth and visit him, only for a second. Don’t second guess this plan, I’ll find myself with Sam, and I find myself glad it’s not a race. For his sake, I haven’t, nor will I ever, so don’t offer, you’ll know my answer. But whenever I watch basket ball or find myself looking up to the moon where my dream waits for me. I can assure you my glass will rise, half full in salute to Sam, the greatest astronaut that ever lived.

Thank you.

The Sailor

Charlie Bolton

The Sailor “A Conviction Poem”

At first touch it may certainly seem to be possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It was hot in that coffee shop, and the breeze from the fan through golden waves pushed red roots up and over the frame of your delicate light bouncing from propane paint brushes wanting to play hide and seek with your cheek bones, dimples, and eye lashes. The night was clear as a bell but I can’t see through the fog of past lovers and stories I’d hate to tell. I’d say I felt alone in a crowded room but there was plenty of space including the table between you and I. At Stella's we were packed like anchovies and you didn’t know me to well enough to understand when I accidentally bumped into you "OPPS SORRY" I wanted to introduce my hand to yours. But first impressions with my finger tips always make me a nervous wreck, it seemed to be like torpedoes glide burst in my stomach, if I go overboard I’d hate to see my food again, hands clammy. Don't say anything fishy. What if I say the wrong thing? After all, loose lips sink ships. The night needed its mother’s hands to help it balance upright, and at the other end of the room at the corner table be its father. Farther and farther drifted away an opportunity for you and I to become the U and S. S.S Savior off the coast of my lonely dessert island. You waved and smiled at me, picture perfect like your vintage camera collection. You were the flag on a distant ship. But I was stranded without a paddle. Oh the pains of no progress like a broken arm, I wanted to put this cast away for good that's all, the Tom Hanks to my Volley Ball.  But you dropped anchor and anger at myself suddenly settled, but silent screams inside seem stupid, so surreal… My heart swooned at the sound of your melodic voice, and this coffee shop, oh it spun like a top, top heavy, shoulders slouch, mouth and lips quiver, sweat beads tumble and shiver, careless steps, last breath,

JUST DO IT!
My usual approach 

As smooth as a new package of sand paper. But your smile followed, and the chair I had pulled up for you had not a single splinter,you were the center of attention from gazing eyes, stories of photography, but the details were far from black and white. places we want to go and people we want to know and affection I want to show. you were wearing my jacket. finger tips trace upon hand upon hip. You had this personality, this pep, see? I could see you had. **SING** “The body like a coke bottle” we came face to face, must keep this moment, your lips meet… mine. The night now wanted to move out because it was getting tired of it’s mom saying to be home by 12:00. OKAY MOM I WILL. Gah... It's bad when both of us are bad at goodbyes. I got home and I couldn't sleep, nor did I want to, all I could think, was of you. The careless arrival of butterflies in my torpedo shrapnel scared stomach spread down like sunburns. Watch the sun rise over red melting glaciers like the hair that flowed over your face framing those dimples cheek bones and eye lashes in a mental photo. That night I was far from finesse, but I caress these moments in scrap books and photo albums.

                                                                         thank you.

Character Conflict "Car Accident With Peter Maxis"

             Peter Maxis from my earlier character sketch was recently in a car accident while driving home from a party a week ago. His "friends" wanted him to party that night and join a drinking game they had invented. Unfortunately Peter is the kind of person to give into pier pressure easily and didn't think twice before joining. he continued to drink until he passed out on the floor. He woke up around 2 in the morning and decided it would be a good idea to drive home in his friends car. he turned onto a busy street to slowly and an oncoming car that didn't see him because his head lights weren't on. he was hit from behind and he slammed his head into the steering wheel. he was rushed to the ER where doctors confirmed he may be paralyzed if immediate action isn't taken.