Pretty Purple Pause
This pretty purple pause brought to you by the people who work too hard, too long, for too little. Always remember that there is more to life than what you have planned, or even imagined. Continue reading Pretty Purple Pause
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Soon, My Love
Darkness calls like a lover, cold in our bed. I’d like to answer in decaying kind. The screams are shaking my skull but The silhouettes say, “Carry on”. The shadows meekly wax and wane. Peripherally, I see them loitering Lost Stygian feline, begging for the Scraps of my sanity, soul, and saline. She comes for me, the Crone in her shroud, Like a grandmother, like … Continue reading Soon, My Love
Verdant Lives, Afar
I am working. I am always working. Borrrrrring! Verily, it is so. Yea, though I sit in the shadow of purgatory, I shall not complain…much. Just once in a while you have to yell into the void, “I am fracking bored!” But also, one should never announce such malaise, as the universal power may be influenced into curing the mundane via the callous infliction of … Continue reading Verdant Lives, Afar
Be Kind, Be Honest, Be Brave
There is something I would like to say to people in my home country. Don’t be afraid to have a different opinion than your neighbors, family, and friends. The USA is based on the idea that we can get along without agreeing on everything. Freedom of speech means we can have open, honest discussions without fear of government reprisal. We should be kind though. We … Continue reading Be Kind, Be Honest, Be Brave
Cobblestones, Part 2
Cobblestones, Part 2 is posted!
“The girl asked, ‘What if life here, now, is not very good? What would keep unhappy people from just sort of … skipping ahead?'”
#LifeandDeath #StoryTime
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Cobblestones, Part 1
And she asked Sydney about death. “Do you fear death?” When Sydney did not respond, she continued. “Some say if you don’t fear death, you aren’t living well. But I don’t know. I know death is part of life, but still…” “Hmm,” Sydney considered. “I think there is nothing to fear about death,” Sydney said. Her brow furrowed. “Of course there is. Everyone fears death.” … Continue reading Cobblestones, Part 1
Depressed, but still kicking
Friends, I am told I might be worrying some of you… Continue reading Depressed, but still kicking
Close Your Eyes, a poem, a moment, a note
Close Your Eyes If I thought my death might be a trigger To end some peace that you hold dear, Or that the world would stop spinning If I left you alone here, I might stay with you and forget The hollow feeling inside, But the waters unrelenting. The truth won’t be denied. I remember that day clearly, Every second ticking by, The realization in … Continue reading Close Your Eyes, a poem, a moment, a note
Soggy Coffin Throne, a poem to drown by
Soggy Coffin Throne Quietly considering her own mortality, She feels salty water rise. Should she stay sitting, Half buried by crushed seashells, Rocks and bones and sand, Chilly air will be replaced by The unbreathable reality Of her soggy coffin throne As the ocean’s ticking clock Strikes high tide. Continue reading Soggy Coffin Throne, a poem to drown by
Wearing My Will
I have been told my whole life that I don’t have style. They were wrong. If their goal was to beat me down until my wardrobe was completely full of things that are boring, or that don’t feel like they are mine, they were successful. I gave up slowly. I tried to wear fashionable things but was told I didn’t look good in them. I … Continue reading Wearing My Will
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