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Patrick
Over 90 days ago
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I remember driving in my car with you for the first time after unveiling our thoughts, and I had my hand on the gear shift, even though I didn't drive stick, that's just where I rest my hand.And you put on "Dogs" by Page France, and the windows were down...

Sometimes she crosses his mind, like when it's raining outside, and it seems a perfect scenario for a movie and some flesh warming. Those early spring mid-nights that arrive so hushed and quiet, begging for the warmth of another's company. It's not a part...

I have lived in this world long enough to gather an understanding of it. I do not remain so ignorant as to think we are the only form of life in this universe. With that fact in mind, it is hard to view any of our minuscule problems as being a "big deal.....

She's no sunset in April, she's no beach in September or that moment right before clouds unleashwhere time stands rigid and sounds deleteShe's no flame flickering in December, she's no 70 degrees in Octoberor that instant just before a wave collideswhere...

New York, it's time for me to roll over and claim defeatYou've made a hollow broken shell of a man out of meyou've collapsed my lungs, you've cracked my nervesyou've stolen my innocence, you've murdered a childNew York, I'm tired of your $4.15 a gallonyou...

The world is vastand yet so emptygrime and filth flood these city streetsshaking metalconcrete mazespeople that change less than moon phasesLast skyscraper built decades agoour last attempt to touch God.We have all given upwe all run to greenit lights the...

Stand fast or the world will eat you aliveWith no remorse nor blink of an eyeYou think it gives a shit whether you live or die?Why don’t you off yourself and give it a tryYou’ll find you get more credit dead,The world will spit on you till you can’t even...

I Am From

Old college I am from poem

I am from a small town on Long Island From New York City and taxi cabs I'm from rocky beaches, fast food chains and 711's I am from lilac colored flowers that were her favorite I am from that Japanese maple in the backyard I am from fruity pebbles and ora...

I feel lost...like I don't know where to be placed or how to set myself up for happiness. Like being in a constant state of abandonment Like my existence is nothing more than an accident A misplaced seed that grew before it could be stopped A racing piece...

Someone once asked me why I never write in the perspective of a woman. If the popular saying amongst writers is "write what you know," then that'll be your goddamn answer. I don't know. Am I just too lazy to do a little research? Probably. To me, no amoun...

Christmas isn't the same anymore...it hasn't been the same in a long time. But this year...something about this year that was just so...terrifying, awful, disappointing. The house outside doesn't light up...not like it used to. My father used to be out th...

On the train to the city we see a bunch of kids dressed as elfs, Santa Clauses, and slutty Mrs. Clauses..it's packed...Saturday. An awkward staring fest as to who gets the best seats and who's nice enough to give their seats to a lady and stand the whole...

I was sitting on a curb on some random city street with 3 duffle bags full of what I believed to be the most important things in my life. In reality, it was all just clothing...some clothing I don't even wear anymore...and a couple of CD's that I consider...

I think I finally understand now that there is something wrong with me; the ways I over analyze everything. The doctor tells me otherwise. She says all these nice things like I shouldn’t be so sad because I’m an "extremely cute boy;" things my mother can...