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
Tag: journey
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…
The Sophisticate Hick
My right knee caps been hurtin all duh time now,and I’ve had a sore throat fer almost two months.Sum days, I have trouble jus gittin off duh floor.I have tuh … Continue reading The Sophisticate Hick
The Last Time
I remember her and I know she remembers me and we will continue to do so forever. There is no other way for us to live. I could try to … Continue reading The Last Time
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,
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!
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?
nOn-cOmmOn sEnsE
I went to the grocery store today. They did not have any strawberries. Or cherries. Or green bananas. Or fresh oranges. I immediately thought, figures, considering. I tried looking for … Continue reading nOn-cOmmOn sEnsE
I Reflect Me
(I looking at looking me) I pull at me’s skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, … Continue reading I Reflect Me
