Without Meaning
Locked away and
Re-taught to be an adult –
One week at a time
A slow ease into being ‘healthy’.
Normal is a far hike
For one of our kind
Average is a step that
Looks like a leap
That lands you
Over a cliff. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. IV”
Why doesn’t it feel the same?
The difference between the calm plain,
And the tempestuous sea,
Why must it always be,
Me,
Who prefers sinking and drowning,
Over standing on my own two feet.
My crowning accomplishment:
My self-deprecating defeat. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #117 – Land and Sea”
The Novelties of Perspective
I’ve been wearing my sheep’s clothing
For so long now, I’ve forgotten what
Lies beneath
Let sleeping dogs lie,
Let sheep-like people hide,
Lest ye discover that they be wolves. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. III”
I broke my promise.
I can’t move forward,
But there’s nothing to move back to. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #111 – Broken”
Delusions
God, I miss you.
I miss you. God.
You’ve hurt me in
Ways I could’ve never
Imagined.
I think I may have imagined
All the ways you hurt me.
It was never real,
If you were never real.
Can the fake leave you
Scarred? Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. II”
My
Everything I used to write
Was either for you,
Or, later,
About you.
I cut you out of
My life. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. I”
I’ve been missing.
For quite a bit longer than usual, really. Before the series of family emergencies and life obstacles, I simply have not been present. Moving back to my home state has been, for lack of a better word, disruptive. To my routine, my writing, my health. Mostly that last one: Health, the kind with no outward sign that sits in your noggin. Continue reading “Steady Hands and Unsteady Minds”
I wish I could write a happier song:
With a mellow melody and a catchy chorus,
But joy always leaves me voiceless,
And the lyrics feel like I’m forcing ’em. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #207 – Icarus Wings”
…A few days late, but not a song short…
By The Sword We Seek Peace, But Peace Only Under Liberty.
Highly Suspect
These Cape Cod natives are a relatively new addition to the music scene since their first studio album’s release in 2015. They’re practically newborns compared to some of the other Massachusettsites? …Massachusettians? Massachusettsers???… on this list. Continue reading “15 on the 15th: I’m Shipping Up To Boston (Massachusetts)”
Obligation born of necessity,
Is this destiny?
To be confined by lies,
Ever eager to confuse the ruse.
Ruthlessly use another,
To cover sinful secrets,
That partially put puzzling parts
Passed inspection. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #129 – Obligation”
Evening Satellite Publishing 