Story Re-post

I still don’t have a title for it but here’s a re-post of the short story I’m working on.

Chapter 1

I can’t understand it… This sense of floating… in nothingness. I mean, absolute nothing. There’s no sound – unless I just can’t hear anymore. I can’t see or smell anything, come to think of it – if I am actually thinking – I’m not even sure I can feel in this….emptiness. I’m just… “here”, whatever that means.

I try to move my limbs – legs first – but seem to be, I guess “stuck” is the best word to use. I try to use my neck, my eyes. That’s when I realize that my eyes have been closed this whole time, and yet, I still can’t open them! So I focus on this sensation on my eyes and slowly, I begin to gain small bits of feeling in the rest of my body.

That’s when I sense some…thing near me. I continue to struggle against this numb feeling as the being…floats around me.

Is it inspecting me? I can’t hear it, or maybe it’s that silent?

Before I could process this situation, my entire body seizes up and I realize I can’t breathe. A voice booms from that silent figure saying “no” and my body seizes again, making me suddenly sit up and finally open my eyes, letting nothing but bright light penetrate the opaque surroundings I was inhabiting earlier.

I cover my eyes immediately, falling to my side as I try to squeeze the shock of this sudden shift out of my senses. At this moment – as if a switch was flicked on – my other senses begin to operate.

“But…but I checked his pulse!” said a voice. “The som’bitch was dead, look at the blood, see the holes in his shirt?”

Wormeye? I ask but I can’t say whether that was outside of my head or not. I cough and spit some thick red fluid and force my mouth open to ask again.

“Where am I?” I can feel that this one was out loud.

I rub my eyes and realize that more than just voices are bouncing inside my head. There’s a loud screeching alarm or something echoing in the background getting louder as it rattles my brain.

“AHH!” I grab my head, closing my eyes as tight as possible trying my best to battle the relentless percussive rhythm.

“Whoa there buddy, calm down,” a second voice says to me as the screech gets louder and louder.

“Don’t touch him! He might be…,” the first voice exclaims.

“Might be, what? A ghost? A goddamn zombie? Come on,” the second responds, placing his hands on me to calm me down.”

“Th-the noise! It hurts! Make it stop!”

I scream; shaking my head, rocking in place with my hands on my head, elbows clinching my knees and my head shoved in between them.

“Jesus, Greg, can you get them to turn that shit off? Where are they anyway?” The second voice questions.

The sirens finally release their grasp on my eye as I hear a vehicle approach me. I slowly open one eye, attempting to adjust to the brightness.

“Where am I?” I ask again, looking into the eyes of a man wearing a suit.

“You’re in _____. On ______ Street,” he answers. “Do you have a name?”

What? Duh, I think, what kind of dumbass question…wait.

“It’s, um,” I hesitate. “I think it’s…Marcus. Marcus Gutierrez,” I answer half-sure this is my name.

“Do you know how you got here…in this condition?” Greg asks.

“Condition?” I look around to see EMTs exiting the ambulance vehicle I didn’t see pull up.

Gazing down, I discover the atrocious mess on my torso.

“What the-!” I yell at the odd sight.

My lucky blue t-shirt was destroyed, there’s what appears to be bloodstains with their point of origins being the several holes that’ve demolished “ol’ Faithful”. I follow some of the stains towards my jeans and curiously, I turn to see a giant puddle of blood. MY blood, where I was lying.

“Marcus, I am detective Stevens and he’s Officer Hastings,” the man removes his hands as he introduces himself. “We believe you were murdered.”


Blogging is hard!

I could delete the previous post and act like I didn’t say when I’d post but..oh well.


I’ve had another busy couple days (weeks?). Had a meeting a couple weeks ago with a group of people ready to start a movement here!

I just applied (hit the “submit” button just a few seconds ago!) to talk at TEDxWarsaw!! I’m very nervous about it and will now have to focus on a small presentation regarding spoken word and slam poetry. I hope they accept me.

I WILL post my story!

Bullet Poetry Slam next Thursday!!

Repost in the future

I’ve been struggling with selecting the right words for things lately so I decided to type the rest of what I wrote for a previously “new” short story that had about 3 chapters already written.

I’ll type the first and I just might post each chapter a week after that, haven’t decided due to variables and my track record!


I’ll [re]post the first chapter tomorrow!

iHost, iSlam, iHost, iSlam

This is my schedule the next two weeks in Warsaw:

Host an open mic on Wednesday (tomorrow), then slam on Thursday.

Host the Bullet Poetry Slam next Thursday, then slam on Saturday at the Spoke’n’Word Fest.

With that, I’m going to debut another of my newest poems, last month I did “Bang“, this time I’m going with “Bad Date“. If I get a chance, I’ll also try out “I Tried“!

Bad Date may ruffle some feathers and I’m VERY excited to show this one off.

It’s nice to have a good number of good poems I feel so confident in nowadays, way different than before!

Yes, I lied!

A day late (man I’m terrible!). Unexpected get-togethers were had yesterday.

So earlier this week I wrote about InkandThink-related news.

Now today’s blog is about Daedalus Chaos:

  1. In October, I participated in a 24hr poetry event in Paris, France. It was part of an amazing artist festival that spanned about 4 days! During it, I was interviewed on a French podcast and debuted a poem that involves me [attempt] singing.
  2. A few days before Paris, I did a small 3-day tour in Berlin, Germany. Seeing as I’m so used to the traditional 3-minute time limit and Germany gives 5-7, I had enough room to play around with the audience, really showing them how to perform at a slam, occasionally forsaking the microphone, or the stage specifically, getting into people’s facing and directly asking them questions and whatever as part of my poems. Different slam masters were saying how amazed everyone was and they haven’t seen such a performance.
  3. I just received news about the next Spoke’n’Word festival which is Dec 19th! Last year I met Sergio from Italy and his invite to Torino opened me up to all the touring I’ve been doing this year. Who knows what this festival might bring me!
  4. At this current moment I’m writing an artist resume (didn’t know that’s an actual thing) to send to two different festivals taking place next year; one in Antwerp, Belgium for about a week in June. The other takes place in Cyprus!
  5. As DJ Lawrence, I helped co-write a script and we’re going to start filming Saturday! Very exciting times all around!

That’s it for updates, I will start [re]posting everything I’ve written, whether poems, chapters, short stories, doesn’t matter!

I WILL be active again! Promise!!!

December Already??

December Already??

I apologize to those who saw potential in this blog, it’s been increasingly difficult to maintain a regular posting schedule!

After writing the sentence, I decided to not do my usual of making a [huge] list of updates and upcoming projects then disappearing again for months.

Instead I will break these updates up and pretend like I’m an active blogger (which may also help me battle the current spell of writer’s block)!


I’ll cover the most immediate(?) bit of news today, everything InkandThink related:

Expression Session open mic

Firstly, the next open mic will be Wednesday, December 9th and it needs to be celebrated as blazing the trail for the next InkandThink event, mentioned below.

10 successful months of gathering people, encouraging them to step on stage and recite/perform their poems and/or short stories, with the occasional song or three.

Thanks to the love and support for 7-8 months, the open mic has successfully led to the…

Bullet Poetry Slam

So my partner and I have established the first English poetry slam in the middle of Warsaw, Poland, with the very first event debuting back on October 29th to tremendous praises!

Just last Thursday (yes, Thanksgiving!) we had the 2nd event and again, a great showing of poets and enthusiastic audience members alike.

We will close out the year with our 3rd slam on Thursday, December 17th.

Along with the usual 8-10 slammers performing, we’ve made sure to provide the audience with special guests in between each round, whether it were local musician/singers or poets who were just BURNING to step on stage and show something outside of the slam (we even had a woman spit a poem while her partner played the tuba!).

It’s crazy to see this vision I thought about 3 years ago (almost as soon as I landed in Warsaw) come to fruition and flourish so far.

The next project will [hopefully] involve improvised music + spoken word combining to be a nice slam for the warm weather.

I’ll be back tomorrow to details related to Daedalus Chaos specifically!

I Tried (poem) + Wanted To (music)

Let’s take a moment of silence…

I…remember seeing your potential.

It ensnared the very essence of my being from the exact

moment I saw you on stage,

and as you become more and more of a presence you

elevated yourself to being something like a sage and grabbed

my heart, promising to preserve it, while I was completely unaware

of the growing collection that you possessed.


I wanted to-no I NEEDED to make you Queen,

bending over backwards for you like a servant

and with each and every clip I emptied in your name,

we melted and molded them into another piece for your crown.

It’s just a shame where was never enough metal.


I heard the stories, the different rumblings from other guys

kickin’ it with you stating  how your eyes glow green

with the logo of their schemes, but I always denied it,

told them we’re a match made in Heaven…

until I found out that that’s a lie.

You were busy twisting our relationship into

something it shouldn’t be, obsessed with others

who continue trying to break my dreams.


I tried and tried to stay in love

but no matter what I do it just ain’t enough.


So, I’m breaking up with ya,

I’m moving on and I know you probably don’t believe me,

is it because I always tried to treat you special?

That was was despite you staying in their church as they splash on your

face saying “God bless you”.


But see, I wrote this down and practiced in a mirror.

There’s no stopping this, I’m telling you the truth because I know

it’d free me.

I gave my all to you yet all you do is stay acting greedy,

it’s a shame, you let the whole world cum inside because

you were acting so easy

and now look at you…pregnant…with poets trying to form

a monopoly.


Now I can’t even lie, the love I had was true.

I did everything as you told me to,

my love’s been dying so now it’s time I move

in a direction that ain’t got nothing to do with you.


P.S. I and my friend Jill have been working on a song! Here it is