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“Your problem is not my problem”The words of lust not love.The emotionless;Means less emotion for you.An addiction;Too stubborn to let it go. His eyes that lose you;His smile that traps you;His sensitivity you see as a strength,Though come to see… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem.” This is what I heard come out of my therapist’s mouth as I stared at her in shock. What did I say wrong, I thought. I know the story I had just told her… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem.” My best friend, Aaron, yells over his shoulder as he continues to stock the shelves of his bookstore. I pick up my pace to keep up with him as I try to convince him… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem,” Charlie grumbles as he slams the door in the older man’s face. He was in the middle of a crucial game, and this senile man knocked at his door, saying he needed an old… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem.” He says to me. I look at my stupid parking ticket that’s bigger than a notecard I could use on a test in junior year. Are you kidding me? Act a bit of a… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will.” I took the two large duffel bags from Harper’s backseat. Harper gave me a serious look and said, “Good luck man”. He immediately drove off in the direction of the old… Continue Reading →
Unwanted Gift “You’re going to need these.You know you will.”My hesitant hands crept forward.I watch them fall,Rolling from my fingertips to my palms.Tapping together like balls on a pool table.I was gambling with my sanity,I had hit the 8 ball… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will,” he says. As the Kawasaki ninja H2R roars to life. He is talking about my helmet and gloves. In hindsight, helmets do little to stop the crushing weight of an eighteen-wheeler…. Continue Reading →
You’re going to need these.You know you will.The pump of cooling organs,Recently removed from their ownersI hold them in my hands now. The thumping melodySlowly fading out of existence,As the brilliant red drip fades to a deep purple hue.The bloody… Continue Reading →
“You’re going need these. You know you will.” I hesitantly take the weighty bolt cutters from Leo’s outstretched hands, and tie them loosely onto my chest rig. He grabs a few more questionable trinkets from the trunk of the Subaru… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will.” I watch a loaded Peacemaker get shoved into my hands along with a bandolier. I drop the revolver into my holster and I sling the bandolier over my shoulder. I seal… Continue Reading →
The Alley “You’re going to need these. You know you will,” An older man said as he gave a younger man gloves and trash bags. “I know…” he said in return. Click Phil turned on his TV and flipped to… Continue Reading →
There is a lot going on in the streets of the Financial District of New York City. You hear people shouting into their phones, you get the tour guides with hordes of tourists blocking the streets around the New York… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will.” I’m told as I look at my friend as he offers me an energy drink and a blue Bic pen. I never liked tests, especially the stress of them, but this… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will,” my father said as he threw a bunch of diving equipment down on the boat’s deck. The day was humid, and the heat was almost unbearable—a perfect day for me to… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will.” The box was heavy in my hands, clinking with every movement. My mother spoke again, “Open it.” I lifted the top off the box, instantly recognizing the beloved treasures inside. The… Continue Reading →
The Feeling of My Father’s Arm “You’re gonna need these. You know you will,” I told my father jokingly, handing him one of those travel-size tissues. We were at the front door of the chapel about to start walking down… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will.” the disheveled old man says to me at the estate sale. The man- no younger than sixty with scruffy facial hair and stained clothing sat in a recliner in the living… Continue Reading →
The Beginning of the End “You’re going to need these. You know you will.” “No thank you.” “You will, You don’t know it yet but you will.” This encounter is what had been keeping me up all night. Why would… Continue Reading →