You set me on fire without a single burn A sleeping child awakened in the middle of a storm My dream come true was in your arms Your smile, my north star in obsidian night Moths drawn to flames, your charms my blight Your heart mechanical, your hands surgical Slicing me open without a cut... Continue Reading →
If you've been following my writing for any length of time, there has been a pull for me in the realms of spirituality, psychology, and philosophy. To me, they are all synonyms for the study of love, and that is what I would like to write about today. I believe love is a four-letter word... Continue Reading →
Days can go without hearing the rhythm of my heart. In the busyness and insanity of all the games we play, my breath stays automatic, and my thoughts no end in sight. My breath and metronome always with me, marking time in all I do. With my breath to guide, my heart is muse and... Continue Reading →
When I started writing, I wrote pieces focused on celebrity body parts in relation to life. I have missed writing about things like being leaky colons and constipated assholes, so I thought I’d come back to an old style. Today, I am focusing on a vagina. Dating articles make me generally homicidal: especially when I... Continue Reading →
Fiction? Pt I Timelines became blurred as her confusion mounted. Kris had suggested she read Alice I Have Been a few months ago, and her world now felt exactly like Wonderland. She knew how Alice must have felt in her rabbit hole. In her mind, it did not matter when anything occurred, because her memories... Continue Reading →
Every time I see a car like yours I crane my head and eyes As if seeing your face again Would answer one of a thousand lingering lies As if seeing your baby blues, would cure my darkened skies As if I could shout through traffic, "would please explain why You watched me flay and... Continue Reading →
Not really, but 2 things are swell: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0mCfJUwJRE AND - I bought tickets to see Corey Taylor's One Man Show in NY. I have an extra ticket, if anyone wants to kiss up to me for it. Anybody? Shucks... *kicks leaf pile and goes away*
Part 1 Part 2 Do I “choose” to be bipolar, or someone “chooses” to be a narcissist? No, no one chooses their chemistry or childhood; no one chooses their nurture or their nature. They do, however, choose what to do with it. This is difficult to accept, too. It took me so long to let... Continue Reading →
Part 1 I see so many rueful statements about how they “just keep attracting [label].”Everyone in your life is a reflection of your feelings on yourself. Garbage In/Garbage Out doesn’t just apply to data and programming. I’ve had my share of misery handed and I’ve handed out my share of misery. If you struggle with... Continue Reading →
I have no idea what it is like to be inside someone else’s mind or skin. Similarly, though likely less important, I have no idea what other people’s Facebook feeds look like. I used to love going on Facebook, because I ignore almost all of my friends and read articles of inspirational or intriguing ..... Continue Reading →
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