Hey, just wanted to make a small note. Because I sometimes struggle to write things in a more positive, or uplifting light: I have some cool new things planned, which should help me fulfill that. That is all.
thought dumpster – 5/9/12
We all have them. Poisonous thoughts that come and go like supervillains. When they are around, they do all they can to slaughter our defenses, and dismantle our hearts into ruins. But they are garbage thoughts, the need not be shared with others, but discarded. I guess you could argue this isn’t true discarding, but… Continue reading thought dumpster – 5/9/12
Discovery, Discover Me
We always talk about how we want to be a little kid again. I remember being a little kid. I was eleven. I would sit in the chatrooms on AOL, and lie about my age. I was always between 14 and 17. I always wanted to be 17. That seemed like the age to be.… Continue reading Discovery, Discover Me
to take a pill or to drown
Often I sense I fear sleep. A knowledge resides deep within. The deep, not of any hidden, buried feeling, But rather something that is secure, undisturbed. I’m tired, but my eyes hang on just long enough and when I take to bed, I go under just for a moment’s passing until I pop back up, gasping… Continue reading to take a pill or to drown
The Indiana Story
I’m about to give this a shot in one sitting. For some of you who know me, the following story might be familiar. I have a few blockbuster stories in my repertoire. The Slide Story is a humorous tale of clumsiness and one lapse in judgment one of accidental and intentional falling from playground slides.… Continue reading The Indiana Story
Attention Whore
The following is something I’ve complained about before, but it is always good to revisit these things. Women, girls, whatever you consider yourself to be, or however you are classified based on how you act: I think half of your take for granted how easy you get attention, and the other half who don’t take… Continue reading Attention Whore
emotional pavement – memories of times I’ve been lucky
I hate writing something and feeling like there was just a vacuum that sucked out all of the eloquence, coherency, and poignancy I was hoping for, but it is an unfortunate result of writing that we sometimes all encounter. Oh well.. here we go: Being emotionally flattened is an interesting thing. From what I hear,… Continue reading emotional pavement – memories of times I’ve been lucky