I wonder, if I even have my coin, to give in return, I wonder, if the cities that I dream, have already burned. It was in the cloth, I swear it, It was on the shelf, it was safe, it was safe. I contend, that you have returned, to come collect, I contend, that you can see, my poor consequence. It was in the cloth, I swear it, it was on the shelf, it was safe, it was safe. You handed me the world,...
”Le Roi est mort, vive le Roi,” the man said from his place on the balcony above the crowd. A thousand chins sank into two thousand collar bones, for the country had felt; even the tyrants.
Moss on a Rolling Stone - Noah Gunderson
I believe nowhere is a better place to be Than not knowing where you’re going now I said education is a better state of mind But I’d trade all my books to find a home If I made bets on a better time I’d lose my money every single dime I believe moss on a rolling stone Is better than the rust that’s growing on my home ‘Cause it eats at me sometimes The more you struggle More you fight it More it...
But What Do I Know
“I wonder what rain means,” “That’s stupid. Rain means rain.” “I wonder what red means?” “Red means red.” “Yes, but I wonder what bodies mean.” “More than one body, dumbass.”
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With a sculptor’s knife, You carve away, the flesh that shouldn’t be. With your parables, You have said, every dead man’s heart can see. To chose or for You, to come snatch me up again, to chose or for You, to come snatch me up again, Oh I don’t, care a thing. With paper parts, you formed my body, and I lit it all up ablaze. Then you came down, not to extinguish, but merely...
There was a night when everything was seen and everything saw, there were hips and curves and backs and words. It was a Thursday.
Time runs untied laces– Christian Tenbrook
He just sort of laid there, afraid that standing up would somehow acknowledge...– Excerpt from A Dream From the Bottom
I'm Just Saying
Harper Lee and Truman Capote were childhood neighbors.
Life, in all its intricacies, is not to be an “if-then” affair. For...– Christian Tenbrook
As he sat, he watched, as he often did, the people. The bodies that milled around the dying room. The room which no one seemed to wonder about. They were all far off gone, he had shown up late to the carnival. He could only imagined the insides of their spinning heads. “Like the carnival rides,” he whispered, “the ones that press the bodies tightly against the circled...
“Well who do you hope to write like? In the preface you hinted to the influence of memories, so who do your words remember?” He thought for a few seconds, this was a question he should have been more prepared for. He formed the true answer in his head, and realized how childish it sounded. He gave another. “I guess I don’t really know. I know that’s a terrible answer...
We spend our life asking “What if tomorrow…” and saying...– Christian Tenbrook
We just want to leave our marks anywhere we can; it’s a strange phenomenon...– Christian Tenbrook
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I keep asking God to take away thorns. I keep yelling at Him and telling Him to...– Christian Tenbrook
He counted out the change specifically. Three coins to match the numbers in his head. He laid them on the dashboard in an easy triangle. He wasn’t expecting any sort of green-luck from these small tokens; he simply hoped for an elevated reminder of the spaces in each of his seats. He took the metal washer from its place in the cup holder and applied it. As he ran away the removable squares...
The moment you wake up is the moment you decide how you’re going to feel...– Christian Tenbrook
Everything feels unlike before. Not like, emotionally or circumstantially or any...– Christian Tenbrook
First, you lose the little things. Then, slowly, silently, you graduate to...– Christian Tenbrook
Perhaps my writing has all been in vain. That’s probably why I’m so stuck. The...– Christian Tenbrook
“‘Tis a triumph,” my heart doth sing, with somber negligence for the cares it once knew. “victories, my master, come in the strangest of lights. They do not amount to the pillaging of dreams, though, they are to be taken in stride.” “Quiet now, beast, for I control thee with an iron fist I shall make thee my slave.” “Fear not, my good home, for I...