People always said we fit together like yin and yang.
Opposites, but inseparable.
I like to read books, drink tea, and have quiet conversations.
You liked to dance and play, you were my butterfly.
Like celestial bodies suspended in space, we balanced each other.
You made me laugh, I helped you grow.
We were inseparable, or so we thought.
Things happened, life, we went our separate ways.
I thought about you, us, almost every day.
I thought about yin and yang and how you always saw them together.
I didn't understand how we could be apart.
It never made any sense to me, that was until today in class, when I found out that yin and yang can in fact separate.
Only when they do, death occurs.
Shocked, I raised my hand, cleared my throat, and said, I'd have to agree.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Play Your Cards Right
I spent several years playing poker, most of it a waste, but I learned a few things.
I learned that even when you think you have it written all over your face, most people can't see it.
I learned that sometimes its easier to tell a lie than it is to tell the truth.
I learned we often overestimate our strengths, and underestimate our weaknesses.
I learned to never hold on to what you have, because it can be taken from you in an instant.
I learned that when things don't make sense, its time to start asking questions.
I learned that confidence and a positive attitude are as essential to success as preparation.
But the single most important thing I've learned is that if you play your cards right, there's always another hand.
I learned that even when you think you have it written all over your face, most people can't see it.
I learned that sometimes its easier to tell a lie than it is to tell the truth.
I learned we often overestimate our strengths, and underestimate our weaknesses.
I learned to never hold on to what you have, because it can be taken from you in an instant.
I learned that when things don't make sense, its time to start asking questions.
I learned that confidence and a positive attitude are as essential to success as preparation.
But the single most important thing I've learned is that if you play your cards right, there's always another hand.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Scarred
"I don't like to talk about it."
"Where are those from?" she had asked.
We all have stories we don't like to tell.
The scars on my body reveal a history distant from my present reality, tucked discretely away to rest in peace. Forever.
A time not far in the past, where all I could think about was the future, and I was rarely present.
"Come on, I know everything about you."
Turns out she didn't, only thought she did.
But some things just wont stay hidden.
Just when you think your safe, they poke their dirty little head around the corner seeking to expose you.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Why wont it go away, I thought I buried it, along with the bleeding carcass of my former self.
Truth was, my past was still very much alive.
It would always be there, forever shaping who I would come to be.
"Where are those from?" she had asked.
We all have stories we don't like to tell.
The scars on my body reveal a history distant from my present reality, tucked discretely away to rest in peace. Forever.
A time not far in the past, where all I could think about was the future, and I was rarely present.
"Come on, I know everything about you."
Turns out she didn't, only thought she did.
But some things just wont stay hidden.
Just when you think your safe, they poke their dirty little head around the corner seeking to expose you.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Why wont it go away, I thought I buried it, along with the bleeding carcass of my former self.
Truth was, my past was still very much alive.
It would always be there, forever shaping who I would come to be.
When I met you
when asked, we never said where we met
in the hospital on the sixth floor
where the doctors keep secrets tucked in lab coats while the patients pace, asleep
it was there that I saw you, against the cold cafeteria wall
you had your back turned to me but I knew it was you
you said you were forty years old but you looked twenty two
we played ping pong in the front room
the one overlooking the city, the very placed that swallowed us whole
our hearts jumped with every bounce of the ball
you made me smile again, I forgot all the pain
in our hour of darkness we laughed so bright
we aren't sick we said, we aren't scared of the night
in the hospital on the sixth floor
where the doctors keep secrets tucked in lab coats while the patients pace, asleep
it was there that I saw you, against the cold cafeteria wall
you had your back turned to me but I knew it was you
you said you were forty years old but you looked twenty two
we played ping pong in the front room
the one overlooking the city, the very placed that swallowed us whole
our hearts jumped with every bounce of the ball
you made me smile again, I forgot all the pain
in our hour of darkness we laughed so bright
we aren't sick we said, we aren't scared of the night
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Where am I
So I put this together tonight. Just a little something to get things started off. I think its kind of fitting for the first story.
Where am I?
I've been lost before but never like this. We were standing at the corner of Annapolis and Atlantic, I took another puff and passed the lit paper back to my friend. Our coordinates could be determined by satellites hovering in the sky with exact precision, yet suddenly I had no idea where I was.
Where am I?
Earth. A spinning rock orbiting a single star in some far off corner of the universe. They say there are more stars in the sky then grains of sand on all the beaches in the world. Imagine then how many planets? How many worlds, civilizations, species and cultures? We go about our days like we know just where we are, and what we are doing. In the vast expanse of night sky above us, where was Earth?
Here I was on the corner of Annapolis and Atlantic in Atlantic City New Jersey, two blocks from my house, and I had but one question.
Where the fuck am I?
First Post
This blog will be the place where I post my short stories, poems, thoughts, and feelings. I'll keep this first post short and simple, mostly because I haven't got any material yet. I look forward to updating this soon.
Thanks.
Michael X Christopher.
Thanks.
Michael X Christopher.
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