Who am I?

Who am I? Someone who is afraid Scared Absolutely terrified of myself I am my own worst enemy I walk without any purpose at all I am nonexistent in everyone’s eyes My words have no power My sight is clouded by doses of whatever I can get my hands on I am an empty void…

Breath

Breath Take a deep breath Feel your surroundings Close your eyes Let all fear leave your body This only happens once Your innocence will be no more Before you make this decision ask yourself Is this the right setting? Is this the right time? Is it even worth it? If you answered yes to all…

Reposting this gold I found

​ I’m healing dammit! Drinking tea, Meditating, Therapy, Learning to notice and let go, Frustration, Anger, Doubt, I want to scream, Scrubbed my bathroom with bleach, Feeling ill, Drank tea, Painted a mural, Therapy group thinks I’m too nice, Got my feelings hurt, boohoo, Everything hurts my feelings, I want to scream! Frustrated, I want […]…

Facing A Fake Reality

At times the only thing keeping us from shutting of that dim light which we call our lives is us trying to find a reason not to. Figuring out if we want to be selfish and or living with the pains of which we already suffer. This is the true question. Your own happiness or…

Perfect Poetry…

Originally posted on Quest Chronicles:
I am a Box Here I am in a Box No Not in a den for a Fox To Small for an Ox ? I sit There Waiting for Anything to Happen No Spark to Flare This is Where I Have Been ? Then I was Out Like a Plant…

Originally posted on Wild River Jumper:
No rules Only structure No expectation Only precedence No destination Only choices No answers Only understanding ? – Torres del Paine, Patagonia, Chile

Dealing With Our Inner Demons

So today I decided to try something new; I went on Facebook and asked what my friends wanted to hear. I know I probably should have asked a wider variety of people, but they’re my friends and I value what they have to say. Now you may already know which topic I chose, since it…

‘Living for a Plank and Four Wheels in a Profligate Culture’

Originally posted on Longreads:
My wife, Daphne, got to something I’d been trying to figure out for years when, after reading a particularly asinine article in the February 2003 issue [of Thrasher magazine], she said: “It’s really not OK that these people are using so little of their brains.” “Using so little.” It’s the perfect…

The reason why I write

        I write for sadness, misery, loneliness, indifference, fear, doubt, shame, weakness. I write for those who can’t. I write for those who won’t, not because they refuse to but because they are forced to. I write to start a freedom, not through action but through word. I write to take a…