Everyday is like Sunday

Left Atrium

mackhopkoturner:

Her tears spoke words her mouth could not,
Gazing into the mirror at unrecognizable reflections.
Surrounding walls gasoline soaked, waiting sparks to
Ignite and burn within until winds of the new day blow.
Tossing a match, she let flames engulf all she knew -
Houses he promised and she dreamt of…

Check out my new blog, now!

Days Gone Days Come

Hey guys, check out my new blog!

I’ll be posting a bunch of stuff that I’ve written and other stuff that I am writing. If you are interested, do me a favor and follow me on this new blog. Thank you

Days Gone Days Come

attack-mack-attack:

Hey everyone!

I know I haven’t posted in forever but if you’re still out there reading somewhere and looking for a new blog to follow, I’ve started a new this one to post some of my writing that I’ve been working on over the course of whenever I can. 

I’ll be posting some poems, some short short stories, small writings, and what not pretty soon. It would mean a lot to me if this was shared and exposed to where interested eyes can look upon it. 

Thank you so much, I hope to remain amongst you!

Mack

mackhopkoturner:

"Satire is a lesson, parody is a game." - Vladimir Nabokov
This past year in college I felt that our generation needed some outlet of frustration. Having identified with Allen Ginsberg’s immortal “Howl”, I chose to emulate his style and draft a sequel for the times in which we live. I presented an original copy as a small writing project for a class in American Literature and before I chose to publish it as my first post I revised it and added in new lines while deleting old ones. 
I hope you enjoy, carry on,
Mack

mackhopkoturner:

"Satire is a lesson, parody is a game." - Vladimir Nabokov

This past year in college I felt that our generation needed some outlet of frustration. Having identified with Allen Ginsberg’s immortal “Howl”, I chose to emulate his style and draft a sequel for the times in which we live. I presented an original copy as a small writing project for a class in American Literature and before I chose to publish it as my first post I revised it and added in new lines while deleting old ones. 

I hope you enjoy, carry on,

Mack

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Days Gone Days Come

Hey everyone!

I know I haven’t posted in forever but if you’re still out there reading somewhere and looking for a new blog to follow, I’ve started a new this one to post some of my writing that I’ve been working on over the course of whenever I can. 

I’ll be posting some poems, some short short stories, small writings, and what not pretty soon. It would mean a lot to me if this was shared and exposed to where interested eyes can look upon it. 

Thank you so much, I hope to remain amongst you!

Mack

aseaofquotes:

Anne Sexton, “Admonitions to a Special Person”

aseaofquotes:

Anne Sexton, “Admonitions to a Special Person”

You can’t know how strong my feelings are. All things of myself I want to share with you. Sometimes it is hard to get through, but I always want to. Despite all my sickness, I have grown. In my growth I learned some important things. One of them is that I pick you. Not just that I need you (for I do) but that even without the need I can make a choice and the choice is you.