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Name: Doitean
Location: Pawtucket, Rhode Island, United States


Interests: Reading, writing, and throwing snakes.
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Saturday, March 02, 2013

Sweet Dreams

At sundown I made sure the window was locked, and then closed the blinds. After that, I covered all the mirrors in the house with cloths cut to fit them. It was an old routine, carried over from childhood, to keep away monsters. 

I sat on the couch and watched television for a few hours. There was nothing interesting on, just the standard clichéd sitcoms and police dramas, and insipid reality shows. It didn’t matter what was on, though. I sat and stared at the screen, listened to the canned laughter, so I wouldn’t have to stare at the bare walls or listen to the silence of an otherwise empty apartment.

At eleven, I turned off the television and went to brush my teeth. As I brushed, it occurred to me that I had forgotten to eat dinner. “Fuck it,” I muttered to myself. Missing a few meals wouldn’t kill me.

On my way to bed I noticed the calendar. My eyes went straight to today’s date, the nineteenth. It would have been our tenth anniversary. I tore the calendar off the wall and tossed it in the trash, as I had everything else that reminded me of her.

The bed welcomed me with warm blankets and a cool pillow. But sleep did not welcome me. I lay there for hours, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard I tried not to think, my brain simply would not shut off. I spent all night reviewing everything that had gone wrong, everything I could have done differently. Just like every other night. It was a new routine, to let the monsters out of my head.

Maybe if I’d been more attentive, spent less time worrying about work, I’d have caught the warning signs…

Finally, around three, I began to drift off to sleep. That’s when I heard the tapping, like fingers, on my window. Except nobody could tap on a seventh-story window. I felt like a child again, hiding under the blankets from the monster outside my window. I always reassured myself, when I was little, that as long as I didn’t see it the monster couldn’t hurt me.

I sat up in bed and looked at the window. A shadow seemed to hover outside, behind the blinds. I got out of bed and slowly walked across the room. I didn’t really expect to see anything when I raised the blinds; I was an adult, after all.

She was beautiful. Her pale skin and bright eyes were just as lovely as I remembered them, almost shining in the moonlight. I whispered her name, and she smiled.

I opened the window to let her in. She shook her head, and beckoned me to join her instead. I stepped out to join her in the darkness, free from monsters at last.


Thursday, February 28, 2013

To the First

I remember the touch of your skin against mine:

The smoothness of your breast under my fingertips;

The strength of your legs wrapped around my waist.

My nostrils are filled with the ghost of your scent,

The shampoo in your hair and the mix of our sweat.

I can still taste your lips on mine at night,

And feel the pulse of your neck as my teeth dug in.

The play of light and shadow on your skin;

The flash of your teeth when you smiled;

Your hair, dyed wine red, spilled across the pillow;

Images of you dance across my vision.

Your moans echo in my ears,

Along with your whispered confessions and curses.

The memories are worn and tired, but I haven’t let them fade.


Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Picture time!

Before haircut:

And after:


Thursday, December 06, 2012

Intoxication

I’m lost in the taste of your lips,

The softness of your skin against mine

As we explore each other in darkness.

Your scent fills my nostrils

As I bury myself inside you,

Stronger than any drink.


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Is College Worth It?

Attending a four year university is overemphasized in our country. High school students across the nation are told they need to attend college if they’re going to make something of themselves, but that is not true. In fact, for many students, spending four years and tens of thousands of dollars attending college is nothing but a waste.

            When extolling the virtues of college, everyone mentions that college graduates earn more on average than high school graduates. However, this only really applies to those seeking professional degrees. Doctors, lawyers, and those entering the STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math) fields all need a college degree and, if they can find a job, will usually make large sums of money. Those focusing on the arts or humanities, on the other hand, would receive greater benefit spending those years working rather than accumulating debt.

            Furthermore, this is the Information Age. Knowledge is free now. Anything you want to know can be found online, and you can get free internet access at your local library. Not only is learning on your own time free and easy, it can also be more effective. I’ve learned more history by reading articles and watching educational videos than I ever have in school, because I’m choosing what, when, and where I learn, instead of falling asleep in a lecture hall. Going to college is not buying you an education; it’s buying you a piece of paper. Unless you need that very expensive piece of paper to get a job in a specific field you plan on working in for many years, it is simply not worth it to attend a four year university.

            This does not mean college should be ruled out entirely, though. There are benefits to attending college that can be found at a cheaper two year school. Writing and critical thinking are vital skills too often neglected in high school. I’m attending CCRI largely for the lessons learned outside the classroom, like time management, and for exposure to a larger and more varied group of people than could be found in high school. I’m not concerned with getting a degree or transferring to a four year school, because I don’t have any plans to become a lawyer, scientist, or anything else requiring a professional degree.

            Many of my fellow students are anxious to transfer to URI or RIC (or another four year school) as quickly as possible. I ask them to reconsider. Is the degree you’re pursuing really worth putting yourself in debt? If you’re going to become a teacher or accountant, then yes it is. If you don’t have a career in mind that requires that professional degree, it almost certainly isn’t worth it. Learn what you can at CCRI and on your own time instead.



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