boredom paramount life is easy. simple plagiarism is easy ha ha. i made you google that last line, huh? pathetic good and life. life good and pathetic. good life pathetic and. krut. kurt. turk. truk. happy, yes. complete, never!
Author Archives: Nick Krut
epitaph for twenty-five
i knew i was in trouble when my age needed dashes a couple years ago but this is serious.
the wonders it brings
i’ve been sitting in the same chair for too long sitting and expiring and waiting for something better to come around i’ve searched and scoured and not in vein it took a while but being here is feels short my heart refueled i write i hold i feel i’m alive. the pencil shakes i’m pensive […]
autumn blues
the leaves you lied in fall around all the time. the leaves i lie in fall once again. forward i step and backward i fall but my happiness is solid and i’ve shown how i feel. the subtle touch of your hand against mine, the soft kiss on my cheek as you lay by my […]
duuuumb
hi my name is nick. i’m 80% dumb. this is my life.
forgive and forget
Pitter pitter patter patter. Drip drop drip. I’m falling asleep, I’m slipping away, as far as it can get. I try to hold the reigns, I can’t control the bulge, I lose my grasp of this. Sudden shocking balls of light. Cooling flakes of snow. Broken shattered glasses, broken box of family photos. I’ve run […]
faster goddammit!
disabling nothingness that haunts our moves. step one. step two. step twelve. my hands provide the motions, my work provides the need, my mind provides the ability. they assemble and just become a mess. i’ll get it done soon. i always get it done soon. for some reason soon hasn’t seemed soon enough.
rearrange my plans.
my lungs fill with that familiar scent. like the lost hat, the lost bear, the lost scarf and the lost words i know it’s still there but i don’t want to admit i’m not still as close to it. my heart used to plummet at these losses but now i accept them as i have […]
the walls fell.
The seeds were first planted a long time ago but sowing seeds before a long cold is often foolish. Luckily a tarp was laid and the seeds were deep enough that the earth’s loving warmth kept them insulated through heavy storms and cold snaps. When the spring came the tarp was forgotten and the seeds […]
room laundry
i look around my room and see her hairs strewn about. near the piano, near my bag, near the bed. my eyes lower. not because they want to but because that’s where my head is going. cup, cup, cup, can, can, can. fresh air is comforting and rare but it does come. i don’t know […]