teejaytimewarp

      It is rare that I will try something new. Maybe it is fear of change, maybe I fear leaving my comfort zone. But avoiding that to which I am not accustomed leads to routine. To normality. But my new found fear of this normality lead me to head in to the pub rather than the coffee shop.      I felt like I had walked into a chimney. I'm used to being around smokers. My mother smoked since she was in her teens. Most of my friends smoked. I smoke from time to time. But being in a small room with nearly twenty smokers was tough on the lungs. I could taste the cancer.      I decided not to stay long. There were a couple men shooting pool b

       Would you choose to die so another would live? The answer to that question tells you a lot about another person. Thankfully few people ever have to face that choice. Choose whether to be an altruist or survivalist. I wonder what I would choose. But that's not the most important question to be in my life currently. Currently, the most important question in my life is what flavor jelly should I spread on my toast.       I like grape. Grape is a very delicious jelly. But I always eat grape jelly. I'm stuck in a rut. Who goes through day after day eating the same flavor jelly? A depressed man that's who. I do the same thing every day and

     I had been sipping on my vanilla latte for about three hours when she strolled in minutes before Jack, the barista, was about to close up shop. He told her this and she apologized for coming in so late. Then she looked in my direction. "Want to come have a smoke with me?"     "I don't smoke, but I'll walk out with you." She flashed a smile at my response. Her smiled looked better from above. We left and Jack flipped the sign on the door to 'Closed'. We turned into the alley nearby and she pulled out a cigarette and her lighter. "Allow me." I pulled out the Zippo lighter my dad bought me for graduation and lit her cigarette and one for

      I returned every night for over a week to the place I had met her. That small coffee shop on High Street just a few blocks down from the apartment I resided in which only I resided. The distance between the two locations had seemed so much longer when discussing Oscar Wilde and Henry David Thoreau while trying to divert my eyes from what hid below her tight fitted tank top.      But every night I came she was never there. I would order some green tea and sit in a corner with a good view of the door to watch if she arrived. I find a good cup of tea to be man's greatest creation. It is a cure to all that ails you, it is a warm embrace

      We didn't have sex. No, sex is when you are forced to go to a party by a group of your friends but get drunk and end up sleeping with your best friend. She doesn't get mad because she knows how you've been single the past couple years, but she still never looks at you the same way.      We made love. Making love can't be done drunk, even if you're a bit tipsy when you make the decision, you sober up real quick when her clothes hit the floor. It's passionate. It's playful. It's ecstasy. The kind of sex that ends with you falling to the bed, heavily breathing, reaching for a cigarette just like in the movies.      And that's what we

A sea of blue rests above me disturbed only by puffs of white Which use the wind to go as they wish Unlike myself Stuck in my ways Forced on a path But the clouds change their appearance constantly Changing shape rapidly They are what they wish to be But not this man No chance to change Who I am now The wind allows them to float on by Returning the sky to a sea of blue They have lives to live off in distant lands I walk to work The suit I wear What odd shackles

Petals all around Falling from the tree branches My head is covered

        Connor returned to his job, to the brightly lit library, to the smell of aged paper and near ancient bindings. When he walked in, only a couple of students occupied the library. He figured he would be left alone long enough to jump right back into the Trojan War. But he didn't get the opportunity. Instead, a female student walked up to the counter. "Excuse me, Mr. Connor. Sorry! I mean Mr. Summers!" She had auburn hair that fell over her shoulders and cerulean eyes which appeared to be magnified by her thick rimmed glasses. The girl shifted her feet while waiting for Connor to take notice of her.        Connor placed the book he had

Slow at first, but in no time at all the rain begins pounding on their heads and the buildings quake from the paralyzing crack of thunder that is almost deafening. It is funny how we act when a thunderstorm begins, our first instinct is to grab the closest object to cover your head with and run as fast as we can to the nearest piece of cover from the rain. If someone watched it from above it would probably look similar to ants desperately scuttling to get back to their ant hills before they are killed by a rain drop. Such a rain proceeded to pelt the heads of the denizens of this metropolis, and in no time the streets were clear save for one

Falling golden leaves, downward toward the grassy earth soon covered by snow