I Used to Write

I used to write I used to write dope shit I used to write deeply twisted metaphors that spoke to one’s soul and made the hairs on the back of knuckles stand tall and sway in the twilight air I used to write my feelings…. mostly the bad ones, the ones that had to get

Unload

Today has been a most horribly strenuous day. It’s not over yet. I have no sleeping pills  

Celebrate Small Hopes

And when I find myself in this predicament of positive thinking, I can only celebrate the fact that I am able to be hopeful for humanity.

Fifteen Minute Recess

During elementary school, I looked forward to certain periods of the day, reading sessions, physical education (I kid… I didn’t look forward to P.E.), art, and recess.  Recess of course was the most important one.  The anticipation of having fifteen minutes dedicated to carefree endeavors kept me going for most of the school morning.  It

The Big Shift

“An abnormal and overwhelming sense of apprehension and fear often marked by physiological signs (as sweating, tension, and increased pulse), by doubt concerning the reality and nature of the threat, and by self-doubt about one’s capacity to cope with it.” Everything said in this is what I’ve felt at some point. There are options and

When the Sleeping Pills Wear Off…

I have been a self-diagnosed hermit. Anxiety and fear make it easier to refuse invitations, make excuses, flake at the last moment. Cravings for safety and the security of knowing what to expect when you don’t put yourself out there into the big wild world where wolves wear grandma’s house dress and disguised old ladies

The Cynicism of My Romantic Nature

He wrote it down.

Originally posted on In Others' Words…:
Our intention was to dance on his grave. My beautiful cousin, who I’d not seen in 35 years, and I set out to dance on our grandfather’s grave. Our first dilemma was, of course, song choice. You have to have the right song. We bandied a few song titles…

Inherently You

It is important to realize that sometimes the way that you had previously defined your concept of yourself is not necessarily your true self.  So many times we hold on dearly to this hardened notion of who we are as if it is etched in stone and have difficulty reshaping our minds to be anything

Ramblings of an Insomniac…

The darkness will consume you if you never reach out for the light.