Hop off the 141,Down the street And around the cornerOld man at the zebra crossingEmpty street, is this guy tripping?No cars, just usI should say somethingI get closerI reach himNah, I cant be asked!I cross the roadDown the pathKey in the doorFinally homeUber eats, Thai CurryThe next morning, hilaritySafe to say, it made my dayOne old man and a zebra crossing Still no carsI go to meet him"Alrig...

She had one coffee cup, small and white. She also had a tiny coffee pot and an air-sealed container for the coffee. It was supposed to be drunk in company, shiny butter cookies baked in twists, in the middle of the table. It was supposed to be drunk in small sips,  punctuated by gossip. She drank it alone, daily, at four. Sometimes she would listen to music, others she would open the backgammon...

This is my original song Mia Wallace, this is a song about drug use. I used the character Mia Wallace from watching Pulp Fiction when I was younger and watching her struggle with addiction as I watched family struggle when I was younger I hope you enjoy ! https://soundcloud.com/paxxtonmusic/paxx-mia-wallace-prod-by

When I was a kid,There was a young girl.This girl was weirdThis girl wore weird clothes.One day she showed upIn knee high socksThey were bright pinkAnd she wore blue high tops.The next day she cameShe wore a green skirtAnd a yellow fluffy jacketThat covered her striped shirt.Then, the day after that She wore an orange wigWe thought nothing of itAfter all, we were kids The teachers, however…The ...

This is a song off of our split Ep with The math rock band “Trash bin Stench” and emo band “ Checkmate” ! This song is a snippet of what’s to come of our first full Length album “The Mess” coming soon !!!The song is available on all platforms Apple Music spotify ! The link below is Checkmate’s band camp !

The weight of a collective gasp hung heavy in the air as I slapped my flip-flop down to stop a rolling coin. I lifted my foot to reveal the face of the late King Bhumibol Adulyadej, staring up at me with a look of indignation from the dulled and dirty surface of some denomination of baht. He did not look impressed. The mob that amassed behind me joined the King and sneered. As soon as I realis...

I stared at an old photo of my father and I. He and I sat down together on the couch happily with bright smiles. I love my father and he loves me. You see, my parents have five kids. Jessie, Julia, Jasmin, Jasper and lastly me, Julius, their only son. So, of course he and I have a strong connection. He’d always take me out to watch movies with him, play catch, eat out, and all that ordinary Ame...

honey pours from her mouth,down her chocolate curls, and slides across her caramel skin, pooling at her feet. lakes full of the amber nectar. too thick to swim,too thick to sink. her tears, a fountain of memories.long forgotten films, of better times.hot and heavy they flow. falling to the Earth they disappearonce more. stars dust her brow, and surround herin a cage of glitter and steel.trappe...

I have stuck to the same evening schedule for the past six weeks. I pace around the apartment for a few minutes. I take three-quarters of the recommended dose of nalbutazone and order something on UberEats that’s going to arrive just as the effects of the drug are kicking in, and I don’t feel like eating anymore. I fall into a dreamless sleep watching the gardening channel. The sleep is always ...

A short story by Marisa Coltabaugh“I’m sorry for your loss.”The man in front of me was lanky, wearing half-moon spectacles in front of his brown eyes, and his hair was thinning at the top.  He did not seem all that sorry, the words more perfunctory than true.  “Thank you.” What else was there to say? “Regarding the last will of Mr. Paul Brooks, he has left you, one Ms. Joanna Brooks, $20,000 ca...

Hi I'm Pcenna, a rapper-guitarist-student-podcaster-tutor from Montreal, Canada.My music exists at the intersection of my interests, with my scientific propensity neatly woven into select tracks, leaving room for more accessible songs like this one -- a true account of the evolving personal relationships I've maintain with my nuclear family. "Family" is a window into the lives of those who mat...

NOWHERE TO BEHe Wakes Stretches and lights a cheap smoke Purple sky this morning Silent suburbia   Houses in leafy rows Old brickwork skeletal In the soft pale light Five days showing on his chin Two day t-shirt  Bathed in aftershave The car struggles to start again  Pulling hard down the back roads Fresh cigarette smoke swirls Sun gleaming through glass Gaudy corner shop lighting And a bored c...