So…yesterday was a rough day ( Read more... )

Okay…I might sound a little distracted because I’m at work right now. But I really wanted to write something ( Read more... )

So hi ( Read more... )

I have no feelings about this past week. I’m merely exhausted. Don’t you think it’s time to change something when you wake up just begging for the end of the day? My chest has been getting worse. When I don’t take aspirin, it doesn’t go away after a while anymore. It stays, and worsens, and it’s really starting to get to me. It gets to the point ( Read more... )

 
I was thinking about making this one a poem, but I decided against it. I haven’t had my usual urge to write in that form, although I usually do, so I won’t force anything. It shows in the piece anyway. I am exhausted.

Things have been okay lately…I’m not really sure how else to describe them. Not really one way or the other. Nobody’s angry, nobody ( Read more... )

I bet you all (all two of you, or something like that) thought I wouldn’t be writing in this again. HA! I just blew your mind.

So things have been…pretty good lately. There are very few complaints. Shocking for me, I know. Only that I’ve been spending a lot of money lately, on things I’ve run out of, prescriptions, cigarettes, alcohol, food, etc. ( Read more... )

it's easy to forget, and almost effortless to take for granted.
but we have to remind ourselves 
that we lead beautiful lives.

The news hits hard and slow.

Echoes surrounding his head

Like low, pounding drums.

The beats cease for a split second

And he chokes on what he refuses to swallow.

The escape artist has struck,

And left behind irreversible damages

And a bruise in two places.

The weight of guilt, anger, and confusion

Thrown full force at his weakened frame,

Leaves him for ( Read more... )

The sun shines, glassy and luminous,

While selfish routine and borrowed hearts

Fill the open, burning sky.

I sit, alone and in wonder,

And watch it all as it fades.

The glittering sky turns somber,

The stars, hidden in fear and dread.

We are blanketed in black velvet.

A pressure has surfaced, one of monumental proportions

And I find my teeth are in my ( Read more... )

A flower lies abandoned on a winding path of concrete,

Torn carelessly from the damp, satiated earth.

It’s petals are gasping, curling inward

In cowardice from the apathetic gardener.

It is still, and hushed prayers for appendages fill the air.

Leaves wilted from ridicule, stem bent from neglect

It’s only haven is the warm embrace of the sun.

Although ( Read more... )