Author: Matthew Rodriguez

At the end of the day, I’m heading up the stairs, stop halfway, gaze at my mother and aunt watching Turkish soap operas again. Maybe I should sit and watch them with them. To be with them, spend time with them. One day they won’t be there anymore, and I’ll be sad. Life is hard… Continue reading Nothing is forever

I wonder how old is that beautiful girl staring back at me as I wait in the parking lot. She’s on the me salvé! propaganda wearing a grey t-shirt and ripped jeans. Her smile is lovely. A lady pulls up next to me, complaining about cramping up on the regular. “Lack of potassium, lack of… Continue reading Again and Again

I’m walking again, same old road, Realizing my life ain’t unique or special Nor my experiences. The older folk round here Have already done and seen Many of the things I am now, just as people in the future will be walking in my shoes. “Things take on a repeat,” no better way to sum… Continue reading Nothing New Under the Sun

I remember asking my father to beat me as a child when I realized I had it too good, he didn’t because he had enough of his own. Like Bukowski he too learned the meaning of undeserved pain in his early years. I thought I was being humble asking for a beating so I could… Continue reading Underserving

Eleven hard years of fighting to find my place in the world and do something, for nothing. Empty inside, empty all the time. Walking corpse, pathetic, body keeps going for no reason. Used to be excited about life, but then life happened, and I don’t want it no more. I get you Biggie, I too… Continue reading Meaningless

Some people just feel happiness when they were children. The house looked better, there were presents, lots of hugs and family gatherings. Grandma’s house was never empty. Everything was a celebration. Time took it all away. No more glorious gatherings. No more smiles. No more footraces. The old TV; grandma sitting by her sewing machine,… Continue reading Time Took It All Away

What can a useless person do in a world that needs you to be useful? I walk down the same old path I walk on regularly, being careful to run past the old man’s house who calls me Primo. He thinks we’re cousins or something. I don’t like to chit chat too much with him… Continue reading Useless

50 said Many men wish Death upon him And now I’ve lost count of the times I’ve wished death upon Myself. As I enter and close the Door, the flickering lights hurt my eyes, make me feel I entered a horror movie. But I am in a horror movie. I exit and there’s an old… Continue reading That’s Life

Muthafuckas will promote any bullshit product a person thinks they need, but it’s all some bullshit, Hard to promote shit on the big engines, everything is saturated and polluted with everyone’s shit, and your own shit get buried away from everyone Ain ‘t no SEO can save you. Still gotta Light Up the pen and… Continue reading A lot like you