Black VW

Every time I see a car like yours I crane my head and eyes As if seeing your face again Would answer one of a thousand lingering lies As if seeing your baby blues, would cure my darkened skies As if I could shout through traffic, "would please explain why You watched me flay and... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Do I “choose” to be bipolar, or someone “chooses” to be a narcissist?  No, no one chooses their chemistry or childhood; no one chooses their nurture or their nature.  They do, however, choose what to do with it.  This is difficult to accept, too.  It took me so long to let... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 2)

Part 1 I see so many rueful statements about how they “just keep attracting [label].”Everyone in your life is a reflection of your feelings on yourself.  Garbage In/Garbage Out doesn’t just apply to data and programming.  I’ve had my share of misery handed and I’ve handed out my share of misery.  If you struggle with... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 1)

I have no idea what it is like to be inside someone else’s mind or skin.  Similarly, though likely less important, I have no idea what other people’s Facebook feeds look like.  I used to love going on Facebook, because I ignore almost all of my friends and read articles of inspirational or intriguing ..... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#9)

Dear _____, I have seen you so many times, but you never seem to notice me.  I started and stopped this letter so many times, because I don't even know who to send it to.  I see your face in my dreams, and I swear I have heard you laugh when the wind blows.  I... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#8)

Dear ____, I did not miss you yesterday, and I do not miss you today.  A song came on that I knew you would love, and that thought popped in my mind.  My emotions said, "I wish you were here to hear it."  I took a breath, and exhaled reality: "I don't need you to... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#7)

Hey, So, I think I'm starting to make some inroads in understanding this.  It feels like I've come to this point before, but who the hell knows anymore.  You turned my life upside down, do you know that?  I'm not saying it angrily, it's just the fact.  I genuinely thought I had my life under... Continue Reading →

Pardon Me, Do You Have Any Grey Poupon?

I’m sorry to interrupt you My face seems to have turned blue I choked on the truth I thought I knew Drowned in oceans while standing on the beach Water teaming could have, should have out of reach I guess some horses you simply cannot teach I scratched my scabs ‘til my fingers bled Scoured... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#6)

Dear ____, I don't exactly know what to say anymore, or why I continue writing.  Initially, I had thought I'd burn these all and somehow I'd feel better.  I could never put the lighter to the pages though.  There was something inside of me begging to hold on to you.   My heart won't turn... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#3)

Dear ____, Most days I do not know what I wish for most – that I never met you, or that I could steal my heart back from the icicles you call fingers.  Your smile melted me into a pool of yes, despite my brain screaming no.  For all the lies I have told myself,... Continue Reading →

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