Joy Ride (Friday the 13th)

It's the night of Friday the 13th. 3 young men walk through the back isle in a corner store, passing by the drinks.

"Did you call her", asks James.

"Yeah, no response", says Isaac.

Isaac picks up a  couple cartons of eggs and walk to the cashier.

"Try again bro", says James.

"I already called her like 3-4 times. I'm gonna just wait till she calls back", says Isaac.

"Yeah, if she calls back."

Isaac gives the cashier the money and the two walk out the store. 

Outside, there other friend Mark sits in the drivers seat, waiting for them to get in. They hop in the car and open the cartons of eggs. They roll down the windows of the car and drive to find a quiet road. 

 

They pull down a side street in the suburbs. They begin to throw eggs at the houses on the streets. Lights shine through the windows as the people wake up all down the block.

Mark speeds off as James and Isaac continue to throw the rest of the eggs. He keeps driving till turning on a long road. Dim, barely any of the street lights work.

The boys breathe deep, their hearts racing. Isaac in the back seat rest his head straight back looking the the roof of the car. His phone buzzes. He rushes to see who's calling him. His girlfriend.

"Shit, she's calling me back right now bro!"

He answers the phone.

"Hello?"

Nothing. Only static.

"Yo where are we? It's dark as hell, I think I lost service on just now."

"I don't know bro, I was just tryna get off the street we were on before somebody called the police", says Mark.

Isaac hands up and tries to call his girl back. She answers after the phone rings.

"Please stop calling me tonight. I don't want to talk to you right now!"

"Babe, you just called me."

"What? No I didn't. Maybe it was one of your other girls."

Isaac's girl hangs up.

He stares at the phone confused. His phone rings again. His girls name comes up again. He picks up again.

Once again, only static.

As Isaac looks at his phone again, giant white lights shine through the back windshield. 

A giant truck is right on Mark's bumper. It taps his car shaking it.

"Speed up!", says James. 

Mark stomps on the gas pedal trying to create distance but is unable to. The streets lights get dimmer and dimmer. The truck keeps riding on their bumper. Mark's pedal is pressed all the way to the ground. The street is now pitch black.

The trucks lights disappear into thin air, leaving the boys puzzled.

Out of the darkness the headlights shine into a intersection, where you can only maeka left or right. Mark isn't ready to stop in time. He looks at the speedometer.

94 miles per hour.

His car slams into the guard rail from a large hill, crushing the car. The windshield is smashed. James flies through the windshield down the hill. Marks head is sloppily leaned against the steering wheel. Isaac is no where to be found, his seatbelt ripped out the seem. The only thing leff is his phone on the back seat. 

 

It rings again, his girlfriends name pops up on the cracked screen.

My confidante

Can you be my confidante?

I go crazy talking to myself,

All I desire is for the music to be turned down, phone turned off

...and just listen. 

I'm just a young man growing into a grown man. 

You young too you swear you don't need a man.

And listen...I get it.

But I'm not trying to save you girl I respect that you have your own cape.

But I just need ears to listen. A mind and soul to show some compassion. Eyes to capture my expressions. To look into as I talk. A beautiful mind that understands.

My confidante, let you be the friend I can entrust my universe of ideas with. 

Not to be your man but for you to be my...friend, a living angel to help cleanse my mind, cause this word is awfully dirty, and my soul has to be kept clean. 

Your dreams aren't their reality

People don't understand your dreams because they are only seen through your eyes. We all see but we all do not have vision. Blind. careful who you share your ideas with because those words will fall on deaf ears and it will be as useful as buying 3D movie tickets for Stevie Wonder.

Save your energy and apply it to your plan to achieve those dreams. Frustration will build, but use it as energy. Stay patient and focused. trust your Gut. Sometimes when we talk to others we are really just trying to convince ourselves of something. You create your own reality.

*This is entry #27 of a self imposed challenge to post something everyday for 30 days straight. Leave some feedback and come back daily to see what he posts for his month long challenge*

 

Thoughts on Batman Vs Superman

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I had the flu the past two weeks, That's why I didn't post, will be continuin the series now though. Check back for more updates on the site

Thoughts on 3D & IMAX

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Death to the 9-5

*This is me thinking at 8:54PM, 36 minutes before my shift starts.* 

 

Whether a artist, a visionary, a dreamer or someone who just hates their job.

Are you happy.

40 hours. 40 hours. 40 hours.

How much are you loved.

How much are you appreciated.

How much that job show it appreciates you.

Explain what a job is in America.

Legal jail sentences you've been programmed to accept.

To live and enjoy that job, to enjoy how you make your living is now a hollywood story, just something you see in movies. it ain't real.

When are you gonna reclaim those 40 hours for yourself?
For thos dreams that keep you up at night.

It won't be easy in this society. But easy never was the path given to champions. 

The ying and yang of life.

There has to be losers to be winners. Failure for every success. That's one way of thinking. 

Enough food to feed the entire planet, but we all want big plates to eat off of. Too selfish to share, you end up hating your neighbors.

 

Find love, find life. Reclaim those 40 hours before you drown your sadness in 40 ounces.

 

*This is entry #21 of a self imposed challenge to post something everyday for 30 days straight. It's a short story. Leave some feedback and come back daily to see what he posts for his month long challenge*

 

I am not a typical poet/spoken word person. I write as it comes to me, I lack formation but chaos is order yet undeciphered.

Falling on Deaf ears (Part 1)

A walks through the train station, headphones in, backpack on, bag in hand. His name is Musa (Moo-sah).

As he looks at the big board waiting for his train to appear to let him know which track it will be on, he looks down and sees someone. A woman. He sees girls all the time, but this one, this one is different. He’s so hesitant to approach her. Wanting to so badly, but afraid of how she’ll react to him.

He eyes open wide, he unzips bag and takes out his notebook. He pulls out a pen and writes super fast. The women is looking down in her phone, headphones in. A tap on the shoulder cause her to look up and behind her.

Must stands behind her, a nervous smile on his face. He hands her a folded piece of paper. 

She stares at him cautiously as she unfolds the paper.

It reads:

“I know this is kinda random but, my name is Musa. I’m deaf. I wasn’t sure of any other way to talk to you without being more awkward or weird than this was. I guess this is hello annnnnnd i’d like some of your time to get to know you and take you out, if thats cool with you.” 

The paper is filled with cross out’s as well, showing his errors.

The woman smiles at the paper and turns back toward Musa who’s looking up and around the station. She types in her notes app and shows him the screen. 

“My name is Nyla :). Thank U for the kind words Musa.”

She hands him her phone, suggesting to him to put his number in her phone. As he grabs her phone to do just that the big board changes showing their train designations. She sees her train come up and eagerly waits for Musa to finish.

He looks up finished, Nyla smiles and grabs her phone. They awkwardly exchange goodbye’s as she runs toward her train. Musa, unable to get her info as ell hangs his head. What if she forgets to hit him up?

He looks back up and sees the track his train is on. He walks over and gets on, standing the whole ride back home. Coming out the station he walks to his car. He feels a vibration from his phone and checks it, unable to earlier cause there wasn’t service on the train.

A text from a unsaved number:

“Hey its Nyla, sorry for leaving mad abrupt b4 was just in a rush for the train. Let me know what’s a good day for you and we can link up ttyl”

Musa’s frown turns into a large growing smiles as he gets into his car.

 

*This is entry #20 of a self imposed challenge to post something everyday for 30 days straight. It's a short story. Leave some feedback and come back daily to see what he posts for his month long challenge*

You look good in Grey

I am too clean for this world.

Too honest and free.

Lock me up, dirty me up.

That's what you've wanted all along.

For you to look at me as an equal I must step into the grey.

I am too clean for your world.

But as a grow older the dirt piles on top of me till I look like you.

I look at the next person, far to clean for me to match.

I must bring them to my level.

And so they filth has contaminated us all, far to dirty to live a clean life, disease infecting us all.

The world needs a bar of soap.

*This is entry #18 of a self imposed challenge to post something everyday for 30 days straight. It's a short poem. Leave some feedback and come back daily to see what he posts for his month long challenge*