Watching the Watch Volume I, Issue I


My Own Crop Circles by Paul Yumbla

I’m on this plane headed for the rim. Reaching divinity, finding God’s shoes. The harder you look the less you’ll find the clues. Locked away in my corner. So I no longer mourn her. I’ll keep the truth in my very own locket. Tucked neatly in my very own pocket. Listen to this. It’ll widen that eye socket. Don’t mock it. This American Dream has me tossing and turning. Has this nightmare finally wound up burning. The stress is tangible. That’s love. It’s flammable.

Smiling & Brighting God’s Temple (RIP Peter A.) by Junior Sinatra

I’d like smiles to replace this dilemma cause,
I know that you’ve grown strong
Fighting a fight that took forever to end
Continuously going on
But it’s over now isn’t that
What you wanted all along
Not once did you fight
That fight all alone

Family friends and stranger
Felt your cruel pain
Your happy and sad tale
Sticks with us like an everlasting stain
But I know your up there
Smiling & Brighting gods temple
I look up at the stars at night
in hopes to see your twinkle

Knowing you Peter

Was truly an honor
I’m happy you’re not suffering
But I’m upset that you’re gone
I prayed to the heaven never to forget you
So our friendship lives on

RIP Peter A.
You’re our guardian angel now
So look down upon us

Too Many Details by Dean Samnang

We were walking outside to get some fresh air. The party was as exciting as talking to a wall. In contrast, our conversation was free flowing, smooth, and energetic. She was my best friend. I stopped and faced her. Her back was against one of the parked cars. I teased her by saying some dumb shit I usually say. I noticed her eyes drifting towards mine and down to my lips every so often and I stopped talking, mustered every ounce of courage, and went in. It honestly felt nice and I can’t explain it any better.