It’s three walls closing in around you and the only open exit is a cliff edge leading to a pit of spikes. But slowly. Creeping death as Metallica would have it. And it’s all the more tangible for being so slow, because you can see and feel and dread it coming, but there seems like no way to stop it without making everything exponentially worse.
So you freeze. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Anxiety.”
I’ve been back in Maryland for a total of 12 days. And while I can see the pros of being home, the cons have been weighing heavy. I haven’t been posting in the chaos and my mood has been… lower than where I like it. Part of it is the depression that always shadows a birthday for me, but the other part seems to be guilt and regret. I’m trying to shake off the melancholy, but I wanted to warn you lovely readers that for the foreseeable future, I may get a little dark. Continue reading “Album Share and Mood Update”
Liquid Temptation
Seen through the mirror
Disgust becomes clearer,
I only needed to see her
Stumble.
It humbles me to find,
The attraction of the vice,
Was purely in my mind.
A device I deployed,
Wholly to avoid,
The eating void
Of all that I lack.
The impact of seeing you
Stumbling under… Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #200 – Liquid Temptation”
I just got my internet back!
And I made it cross country! Twice!
I also have work in like an hour, but I wanted to post something since it’s been so very long. I promise to be back to regular posting very, very soon. In the meantime please enjoy this song:
Jessie Gutierrez
A whole becomes halved and doubled,
With a single lie.
A truth more complicated
than math could prove to be.
She escaped a healthy relationship
into the wilds of addiction,
A decision that destroyed
and created in equal unpleasant measure. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Infidelity”
finite. small.
‘…everyone should feel small at least once in their lives…’
Is that the prize to be found in the heart
Of the Heartland?
Beyond sight in the endless stretch
Of more than out of reach,
But still less than nothing –
To see, to feel, to be –
Perspective is a gift, right?
bite-size. tiny.
…we are just a speck in the infinite…
Is it only by being little that we can try
to be big?
Powerful beyond measure,
Rest assured, it’s more
A fear than a present. Continue reading “4.27.18 – Kansas”
I gave you my heart,
Battered and used,
To do with as you choose.
Where it used to reside,
Now lies empty.
Waiting to be ready,
For the next heart to grow.
This was the one thing you taught me;
One thing I did not know:
Nothing stays hollow forever,
And the worst always gets better. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #173 – My Heart”
Why hello there, lovely reader. Once again, I am reaching out to relay to you my writing, and life, status, paying for this attention with a song you will hopefully adore. If you do, be sure to check out the Hex Cougar remix, too.
Last we spoke, I discussed goodreads reading goals, hunting for the perfect editor and protagonist bios. Needless to type, I have failed at accomplishing quite a few of these. Shall we start with the lackluster and then mosey toward the better news? Continue reading “Song Share & Progress Update”
My YouTube list of delaying productivity.
I wanted to write an action update. But then I fell into a YouTube black hole for all of the hours and decided to type this out instead. Because reasons.
Jubilee –
There’s an amazing amount to be learned from hearing both sides of an argument, when both are willing to be open and honest and real. Continue reading “Deep Meaningful Procrastination!”
What price would you pay to change everything you are?
Transform all the parts that are lackluster…
This version of me;
This perversion of who I wanted to be…
Is so lacking,
But possesses so very much.
None of it needed.
So Take it all,
Break me, Make me,
Someone new. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive # 164 – What Price?”
Evening Satellite Publishing 