Launching this website about three years ago was one of many steps to externalizing my dreams. I am an introvert with anxiety and depression and, well, issues. My writing and art had always been private, as I never considered it professional. But it occurred to me that no one begins as a professional artist. What makes you a professional is taking the steps that lead … Continue reading Checking In
A Place I Can Call Home Seems all my life I’ve been wandering, Days and nights the same. Maybe I’m just looking for someone Willing to share the pain. They say home is where the heart is, But I can’t find a place; Someone who knows how to forgive. Aren’t I deserving of some grace? For me it’s hard to find a mate, But I … Continue reading A Place I Can Call Home, a poem
Depressed Shout out to the depressed Just trying to get by. Keeping eyes open With regurgitated lies I don’t feel happy I’m not even that sad I say I’m hopeful So they don’t feel bad It’ll be okay If tomorrow ever comes But I’ll still be struggling To believe in the dawn. Hello, friends! I thought I’d share a little ditty I wrote as 2020 … Continue reading Pet Hamster Zombie; a Short Commentary on the Longevity of Feeling Meh
Brain Fog I’m trying to concentrate. I swear I am. But my heads all foggy And I’m losing to the demands On my mind and on my body So I’m curled up fetus-style, Waiting for someone to tell me I can stop for a little while. But I know I’ll try again. I’ll drive toward completion. I’ll get up and carry on, Without focusing on … Continue reading Brain Fog, a poem
Too Early to be late It’s too early to get up but there’s so much to do. Can’t keep going like this but he Has to. All about the money and These nice things he has. Maybe he’ll try to lower His class. Tired of decisions about Everything from clothes to food. It’d be great if they’d tell him what To do. But that’s no … Continue reading Too Early to be Late, a poem about success
Your life is a book. It’s your story. You write it every day. Did you know that? Have you taken control of the author or narrator’s role to move your own character through their story arch? Sometimes I forget that the things I do are the result of my own decisions. Sometimes I get angry or bored or frustrated with my life. We all are … Continue reading A New Chapter of Your Life
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
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?'”
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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
Friends, I am told I might be worrying some of you… Continue reading Depressed, but still kicking
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
Dissolve I glide in salty, rain-drenched seas, Kindred to each fish And each molecule of water. ~ It’s another death and I Can’t wait to see How it begins. ~ I swim through ochre-grey skies, Blind and all-seeing. Flying like a bat, falling like a god. ~ It’s another me and I Can’t wait to see What I will become. ~ I burn 37 miles … Continue reading Dissolve, a poem of anticipation
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