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why I don't smoke anymore

 If hot coffee and cigarettes had a language of their own, they would use their tongue to spill the secrets of so many- abnormally normal people, but in the time to incriminate the identities of hundreds of people, I, with my own language, couldn't muster the words to paint the picture of how I'm feeling, even over a pot and a pack of camels is that why the allure of oral fixation holds the anxiety-ridden community in a tight grip? so that their mouths are busy, way too busy to speak about the fucked up shit happening on the inside? it's easier to take a couple puffs than to absorb yourself in a world of chaos or how about that warm, melting feeling while listening to your favorite song? for me, the auricular addiction stems from the distraction that music entertains for me, it's when that heartbreaking crescendo breaks my spirit that I remember how fucking badly the auricular addiction turns into an auricular devastation, how can a tune and a couple of lyrics pinch a n...

I Hate Who I'm Doing This For: Short-Poem Collection

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Inference It enables something within me to listen to someone else’s favorite songs, especially in the car when there isn’t much else to talk about and it normally breaks a preconceived notion I had about them Sacrifice Sacrifice means success, or so I’ve heard from the people who "have it good" - While the abundance of unwilling loss creates room for benefit, the lock to the "better side" kept getting tighter and angrier - When I learned to sacrifice, it meant that I willingly lost, let go, and took the bloodied punches, which opened the floodgates of supreme opportunity to better myself Pomegranate Nostalgia creeps in on me, making me sick to my stomach, and demands I grieve for something I didn’t want to let go of - I attempted to savor the tastes and smells associated with the old dreams I believed in, but I never realized how paralyzing it was to notice I landed up forgetting about them Helping Hands With every inch I crawl closer to self liberation, I shed the...

PARADISE! Where the hell do you find it?

 With the current state of the economic atmosphere, it seems almost every single person is trying to find something substantial that doesn't drive them to suicide, while also attempting to survive the world with every punch that is thrown. In an awful concoction of past views on the "American dream" and current expectations of what it means to "truly live", people tend to find themselves lathing onto a middle ground that seemingly does not exist yet. For me, that mythical middle ground can be viewed as a paradise.  However, one must consider the purpose of a paradise, in it's definition:  par-a-dise - an ideal or idyllic place or state.  As people continue to work towards goals, some obtainable and some out of arm's reach, the mind creates this idea of what it thinks it wants. When obtained or gained, we find ourselves underwhelmed, or almost disappointed by the outcome. Slowly but surely, that nostalgic feeling of home and familiarity rushes to the for...

Natural Disaster and it's explanation.

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    After a violent storm causes a recreational area to flood, a group of young adults explore and entertain themselves with the fallout of the storm. An extended PSA? A horror movie? A video blog dedicated to exploration? Yes to all. "Natural Disaster" is a visual experience contrasting what is naturally destructive versus the manmade disaster. Monsoon season in Arizona has been prevalent forever. Flooding is naturally occurring and it causes a destructive path that can lead to phenomena that was shown in the film. However, the completion of this disaster was not entirely a force of nature. The young experience of going to the lake, the beach, a river, etc. is commonly destructive in itself. Littering, wildfires and even environmental destruction occurs constantly. Even in that, we teach ourselves to ignore the filth and carry on. The group in the video is simply a visual representation of what it means to be an American teenager; it's okay to blind yourself to the ...

BOTANICAL LEARNING LAB

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  A pair, previously fallen out, attempt to reconcile in a botanical garden.

Cultured Plainly 1964-2010

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A surface-level exploration of rebellious pop culture throughout the decades.  

To Go Camping with an Egomaniac

I’ve thrown Indian cooking spices into the bottom of my socks I place the cotton on the bottom of my feet and dangle them over an open campfire Boots once kissed and blessed, float down a salt river vowing revenge against me for ruining the integrity of the leather Once my soles and heels begin to singe, I take a deep breath and step onto the coals and dry-wood currently ablaze This is exactly how it felt when you jolted me awake, begging for something I didn’t have, or when you drove my car into a tree with my drunken figure unconscious in the backseat   The flame grows like vine up through my lower half; the sweltering smell of burn rises up into the sky, I look up with an ear-to-ear grin wondering why I did this to myself I’m not one to be played with, my nails are sharp, my mind is open, and a broken chord can trigger an alarm clock 4 hours too early Once my facial hair begins to fade, I pull a lighter out of my burning pocket I shake the fluid in the plastic and hold it up to ...