Another sleepless morning, and runs through the grey.

Turns out that one of your 'coping mechanisms' when you get angry, is/was to seek new things.  Of course it is.  Another new story, another new vista or view to gaze out on, another new canvas.

Pushing for new people, new hearts to next steal from?

Figures.  Stupid Anger Management...

Can ( Read more... )

I've been in a dual world out here, brain out west, heart somewhere else.

Should have kept the bottle down, should have listened to a girl.

Should have prepped better before I left: she was right, oh God she was right.

Didn't believe her then: starting to now...

Didn't feel deserving.  Couldn't help but fight the help: every step felt in way too ( Read more... )

I am a serial cheater.

There, I said it: its real.

They feel like crimes.  They feel worth being branded.  I don't know what to do next, but once your calm, express your anger, constructively.

But, alright 'confession box': let us dance, if for a little while.  See what Step 8 can do.

Amanda: I am unsure if you belong here.  I worked hard for ( Read more... )

I'm not the kind of girl you'd write poetry about

I don't have a face you'd go to war for

You wouldn't use soft metaphors to describe me

Or risk your life to win me back

Yet I am like a summer's day,

Scorching and unforgiving, even late into the night

Like a great battle,

I leave a wake of wounded.

Insomnia again, old friend, letting the mind motor run wild.
Sure, the current political landscape continues to be draining, and a bother, but let us once more delve into that world that I am finally once more allowed to embark, embellish upon.

So now I write again, trying to get a pattern, trying to once more establish process.

Instead, I sat ( Read more... )

To the outside reader extraordinaire, when will these writings not seem as a twisty bitching, a "nothing-there", one day, twisting into the cold??

For where is the refinement, on another darkened night?  Where goes the rider, on another turning landscape?  (Like the title of this tome, these times; this is just kids stuff)

...I drove out again, ( Read more... )

Dear Future Me ( Read more... )

Another red plug ( Read more... )

This morning I reached a hand inside ( Read more... )

When last I fell into love ( Read more... )