I, paRANoia
(…shh!.. wait!.. be quiet!.. I think someone, or something, is outside my door! I think I hear them plotting against me, yet again… they’re here!.. I knew it!.. I knew … Continue reading I, paRANoia
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Unusual Obit
Creative ways to die in the twenty first century, if you are looking for a more artistic way to go – Death by Sex (great band name as well too), … Continue reading Unusual Obit
tHe cRoSsWoRds
Are you scared to read me? To undress me with your e y e s with each word your brain scans, slowly pinching your f i numb g e r … Continue reading tHe cRoSsWoRds
yoU aRe…
This post is for the people who are on the down and outs. The discouraged. The dreamers. The blue collar backbone of our beaten world. The people who have nowhere … Continue reading yoU aRe…
Dear Diary,
Is this where I have to run so I can be completely honest with myself? Do I have to fluff my three pillows and down comforter and lay my body … Continue reading Dear Diary,
Was It A Dream?
In a reality that seemed like a dream, I hit the snooze button on the alarm and drifted away for a couple more hour long minutes. In a dream that … Continue reading Was It A Dream?
i feel like…
Life has me, well, somewhat frayed. No fault to my family. No fault to my friends. No fault to myself, if we’re being honest. It’s ‘its’ fault for the way … Continue reading i feel like…
i care…
I say, “I care”, but do I really mean it or have we used this filler sentence so much that it has lost its grand standing importance. Have all of … Continue reading i care…
Questions? or Answers!
What am I doing here? Seriously! What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Seriously! What are you doing here? Has my life led me to being a … Continue reading Questions? or Answers!
1 Missed Call
Hello, you! I’m sorry I missed your call and you missed mine. Long time no talk! *my mind runs rampant* How long has it really been, I think. No time … Continue reading 1 Missed Call
Little Whisper
My todays tarry, flaked, bright sunrises to glowing, midnight moon, tangled in an inevitable swoon, constantly chasing the prizes of the lives we marry. Little whisper breathe, and pepper my … Continue reading Little Whisper
Why Ask Why?
My second born son – where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his … Continue reading Why Ask Why?
