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I applied my mask and let the constructed oxygen enter my lungs. I fell heavy into the water, my tank pulling me lower than I anticipated. Sinking quickly downward, I remembered I left the oven on.

Posted By StatiKink On 01.20.2013 @ 7:18 pm

Locals everywhere. Small lopsided knitted hats and thick blocky glasses that may or not have a prescription attatched to them. Hugging jeans that show knobby ankles and shoes that look like they were stolen from Navajo children.

Posted By StatiKink On 11.26.2012 @ 4:50 pm

When teeth do not impress, the smile does not impress. The teeth are the smile’s wingman; never really put in to full attention yet a very important role to getting laid.

Posted By StatiKink On 10.22.2012 @ 10:27 am

Bits of stars various from gasses long since passed from exploding cosmos and swollen bulbs of would be planets.

Posted By StatiKink On 10.03.2012 @ 11:14 am

You cage, you foul chains that grips the oxygen from my brains! how dare you withold the marrow my mind requires and hold it for your own to call yourself a health condition? Release your hand from my lungs and allow me to fill them with the air the wind has brung Thou horrid tar that sticks in my throat, you tricky air that turns itself plastic inside my chest, go alone and allow me to rest.

Posted By StatiKink On 09.14.2012 @ 10:52 am

I walk around campus, and everyone is plugged in. Tuned in to their own plane going about their own business, unaware of anything around them. Makes it kind of hard to make friends when you’re encased in a bubble.

Posted By StatiKink On 09.09.2012 @ 9:15 am

Thirteen posts above me are about the gym. Splashed with colorful language and overcomplicated sentences describing people at the gym, flexing their writing muscles a bit too hard.

Posted By StatiKink On 09.08.2012 @ 11:47 am

There is a stillness in the air among these plants. A soft music when the breeze slips through the blades and leaves. Early, before any sun peaks through the spots the trees forget to cover, a stillness so suffocating you watch every one of your movement ripple across the forest, disrupting it.

Posted By StatiKink On 09.06.2012 @ 8:34 pm

I’ve been on this terrain for over three days. No food and no water. Just a chubby boy scout who is supposed to sustain himself for a week to get the “Living off the Land” badge.

It doesn’t exist.

Posted By StatiKink On 09.04.2012 @ 9:32 pm

That flickering hope sent out to us in the night. The one act of self giving love that spans a few moments amidst 2,000 years of perceivable silence that invigorates our senses, makes us blood and water again, turns us back from the dead

Posted By StatiKink On 09.03.2012 @ 6:55 pm

Immersed in her love. That blistering heat of emotion that came from her on to me, for me, and I wanted none of it. I wanted the other one, and now they’re both gone. Gone to shed their light on someone else and I’m lucky to catch the spattered light that falls on me if he so happens to wear a bright enough shirt.

Posted By StatiKink On 09.02.2012 @ 11:33 pm

Immersed in her love. That blistering heat of emotion that came from her on to me, for me, and I wanted none of it. I wanted the other one, and now they’re both gone.

Posted By StatiKink On 09.02.2012 @ 11:32 pm

Invest your time in other people’s lives! Swallow through menial stories of celebrities being archived in cheap loud paper, people wasting their own life to record a millionaire’s.

Posted By StatiKink On 08.28.2012 @ 8:50 pm

Saturday night, slaving over a poem I can’t finish or start, but can find a damn good middle. It’s a lot like having a badass filling for an oreo but no fucking cookie! Who would want a giant tub of Oreo filling and a glass of milk at night when they can’t sleep!? No one, that’s who! I have a fantastic way of writing beautiful stanzas but no poem to put them in.

Posted By StatiKink On 06.29.2012 @ 11:32 pm

No treaty could stop the war. After days of generals nervously sweating through their uniform hovering a finger over polished red buttons not touched since their manufacturing – American, Russian, and Chinese generals alike – the war began. No use fretting about it now, that was over 200 years ago when buildings weren’t crooked metal skeletons and you could get meat without firing three bullets into it.

Posted By StatiKink On 06.05.2012 @ 6:57 pm

You gotta report her if she ever let’s herself go like that. To unleash that tamed beauty strapped under bobby pins and plastic masks is surely a sin. If she ever resists slathering that suffocating lipstick that catches all words unsuitable for a lady, if she ever abandons the blinders hovering dark over her eyes keeping her from looking anywhere she shouldn’t, report her. Report her when she doesn’t smell like manufactured orange blossom or ocean mist and report her when she smells like bed sheets the morning after.

Posted By StatiKink On 05.30.2012 @ 10:07 pm

Lodged between her teeth was a bullet. A rusty, dirty bullet. He pryed it out and a few teeth came with it after a small pop was heard as the were dislodged from the skull. The archeologist is history’s detective.

Posted By StatiKink On 05.23.2012 @ 9:31 pm

“I speak no lie!” The small apple worm yelled, outgoing from his juicy abode and into the unknown air. “Avast thy lips and read forever true, I am the worm who has come to save all!” This was a weird entry.

Posted By StatiKink On 05.09.2012 @ 8:16 pm

The word is pretty in itself. We must not think when given a word we expel and squeeze the beauty out of it, ringing every last flower and sun beam from it to appear as equal among the worders on OneWord, there are times when a word holds a beauty that even Keats could not bosom any more than it is. Shorthand.

Posted By StatiKink On 05.08.2012 @ 9:10 pm

You can’t forget that first taste of air after spending an eternity underwater. The kind of eternity when you can’t open your eyes and you can’t feel the surface of the water breaking over your face to grasp that gasp of air. The kind when you forget the practiced kicks of YMCA swimming lessons and lash your legs out, turning currents into steps. The kind when moments before you felt the serenity of the mellow waters and decide you could stay down there forever.

Posted By StatiKink On 05.07.2012 @ 9:43 pm

That grey instrumental; the leaning snare, strolling bass line, that voice that croons through the hardened criminal. Jumpy piano, thin guitar, head bobbing dame in pin up curls and eyes so easy they look as if it’s difficult to keep them open. She leans over her microphone and envelopes you into the sound. You hang on to every whispered word and cling to the sounds pulsing behind you. jazz.

Posted By StatiKink On 05.06.2012 @ 6:11 pm

Although the moon is nominated to govern the night, it should be disqualified. Borrowing from the day to give sight to the night is stealing. But damn does it do a good job.

Posted By StatiKink On 05.05.2012 @ 8:20 pm

You feel seperated, I know. Even when years go by and you still wonder why he hasn’t visited you in your dreams know that the gap between heaven and earth isn’t so big. It’s one heartache and one trembling, painful tear that can connect the frailest woman to the highest seraphim.

Posted By StatiKink On 05.02.2012 @ 3:24 am

On these hallowed grounds I wrote her name. Wrote it and ran off, hoping that along with the thousand other etched initials on the bark would she turn into just a series of letters. It’s a hard thing to do when the same name is etched on the tombstone laying underneath it.

Posted By StatiKink On 04.30.2012 @ 9:46 pm

“Bye Ali,” he said, choking on the first word. She turned to him, a tear running down her cheek, and the screen faded to black. The credits rolled. I stared blankly. 3 a.m. half naked in old boxers with worn out elastic and cookie crumbs sprinkled over my belly. “Why the hell did I watch that?” I said, turning the television off and chucking the remote into the darkness. “Stupid romance movies.” I went to sleep.

Posted By StatiKink On 04.29.2012 @ 10:22 pm

Posters flitter down from the buildings, covering street corner ads and traffic lights. Swirls of red and blue drown the city from its tints of grey and black, and for a brief moment the city has a personality. That was all that was remembered of the Kony 2012 experiment.

Posted By StatiKink On 04.26.2012 @ 10:36 pm

Is what I decided to be when I was young. A professional something. Not because I wanted to be, but because that’s what I’ve been told gets the money. And it kept adults from giving me a crazy look for wanting to be a ninja.

Posted By StatiKink On 03.05.2012 @ 10:08 pm

The town was empty save a small old man rocking in his chair on the front porch. The dry texas air passed smoothly through the plains of the west and quickly exited, almost missing the small clump of houses hidden in the dark. The town was Marfa, Texas, and it seemed that the town had been untouched by the technology age. Stores prefered money and handed out pen and paper receipts, and you knew your neighbors not by their distant wave but their relatives and where their eldest son is living now.

Posted By StatiKink On 03.04.2012 @ 9:31 pm

a bland brand of not so special canned ham. Is it grand no yam can make a can like a canned ham? Ayn Rand has not yet panned her plan to address her fans, I suppose this entry is bland.

Posted By StatiKink On 01.10.2012 @ 11:53 pm

Her face was carved from marble and just as well polished. Her skin was spotless of any pock or scar from her teen years, and her colored cheeks melted into the strand of her auburn hair that fell before her face. She had but one blemish, and that was that she was a dude.

Posted By StatiKink On 12.17.2011 @ 1:14 am