This page is dedicated to the trials, tribulations, thoughts, musings, and potentially bad decisions of an aspiring writer... but not really. There will be a lot of writing, though.
Showing posts with label Boredom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boredom. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Two Sentence Tuesday #48
Tidal waves of boredom slapped Geoff from one side of the room to the
other, as he waited by that infuriating telephone, chanting for it to wake the
hell up. When the silence was broken and Tara’s name finally flickered across
the display, Geoff could have danced, or sang, or ran a marathon, or climbed a
mountain, or done any other Herculean feat the world might toss his way… except
actually pick up the phone.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Two Sentence Tuesday #44
Each day felt like an exercise in patience for Carl, as
he sat there watching the clock smugly mocking him with every grating tick. Some
days, it was all he could do to not rip the little bastard from the wall and punt
it off the roof.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #13
It was all I could do to composedly tolerate the clock’s
sadistic taunts as it ticked the seconds past with the speed of a snail on Xanax.
Would this day never end?
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Bedtime Stories
Bedtime
Stories
Sleeping…
Happily departed
To a breathlessly wondrous
Dreamscape.
Waking…
Dolefully incarcerated
In prosaic reality.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Otherwise... it's Just Entertainment
Otherwise… it’s Just Entertainment
By Brandon Palzkill
Apparently, I fuck with people;
burrowing deep within their minds
and making them paranoid,
for my own enjoyment,
or out of boredom.
Maybe it’s true;
gotta make
my own
fun.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Impatiently
Impatiently
By Brandon Palzkill
Impatiently,
I’m waiting for it to begin;
impatiently,
for what feels like eternity,
to realize my goal, and then,
I’ll see my life resumed, again;
impatiently.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Day After Day
Day After Day
By Brandon Palzkill
I see myself standing there,
standing still, standing alone,
day after day.
On the median, in between,
watching cars zoom
back and forth,
too fast for me to cross in peace,
day after day.
Can’t go forward, can’t go backward,
can’t do anything,
but watch the passing cars go by,
day after day.
Fruitless, pointless, boring
existence,
standing in wait
to cross clear highways,
caught up; trapped;
day after day.
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