Writers have gotten so soft. I want to make literature dangerous again.
+ more bio informationSo you wake up,and the sun isburning your eyes.You put on a pot of coffeeand just as the morningstarts to slowly dripthrough a paper filter,you step outside fora cigarette.The smoke makes you sick,but you're inhalinga pack a day just becauseyou feel naked without them.You walk back insideand the coffee's done.You hate it blac... More..
First, let me start with an introduction: I'm, in many ways, a peculiar choice of representative for average teenagers. For instance, I actually enjoy reading and writing, and much prefer philosophical talks to tossing around a football. I believe in the value of education, and I'd rather take an ax to a television set than, ... More..
I've had two mothers in my lifetime. There was no divorce, nor was their a fatal struggle with mortality that led to my situation. There was no hit and run birthing, no mystery woman dropping me onto this earth and into the arms of another to act as my maternal guardian. Rather, my peculiar situation is the result of the shar... More..
Brennan came home fromthe war today,with a cross on his chestand bullet holes in his arms.I had pimples onmy face and some strange sense ofrespect for his uniform.He's fired a rifle,he's fought with his brothers,and I've been eating lettuceand criticzing the government.Who's the bigger problem here?I want a wedding, not a wak... More..
The phoneslid across my lapas it vibrated,the shimmying, shakingdance of the industrial revolutionset to the soundof three (3)great burstsof a church bellacross the countrysideringing once for hopeonce for healthand once for god.There was a girlcrying on the otherend, her mouth made ofzeros and onesas she spokeof deathand wie... More..
Plucked like water from a well,snatched like oxygen from the air.You never asked for thisand I never asked for you.Guess we're both in the same predicament, eh?Sat in my car and drankaway the days.Sat in my car and drankto life each new phrase.I gave you shape with ink,now give me hope with syllables. More..
He said,"I'm drowning,choking on a swollen tongue.Don't open your mouththe world will just rush in."It's like I'm paying for inspirationin this godless town.The sun doesn't shine on New Jersey,not so much anymore,and when it does,the clouds get jealous.Infidelity and the lost lover's way.He keeps on saying,"I'm losingfighting... More..
I broke my head upon the stars,I dashed my foot against a stone,so where are my god damned angels?I could have sworn the good book saidI'd be given eagle's wingsin case of such a thing.Well, I should have knownbetter than to trustsuch an archaic source,when even the peoplein front of me nowspout dirty, pretty liesfrom their d... More..
Oh, let us drop to our kneesand praise this holy being,this God among manwho christened not withchrismbut with tyrannicalpatriotismand gunfire!All hailthe new age warlord,the gun-slinging,flag-totingriver baron,the muse of war,the fourth horsemanof "democracy!"I've brought cannonsto fire in your honor,enough powerto desolateo... More..
Matthew Kosinski
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