"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
I carve the midnight wax.I sit in a dimly lit room and slice the sticky surface,flossed paper thin,a millimeter from being invisible,and study the premeditated etch with tired eyes,the lines becoming more defined as it cools. I feel like a master sculptor who pretends to be a nobody.I push the heated wax just enoughthen release …
It's so lonely nowadays...isn't it?.....looking at things by yourself...looking at yourself by yourself...while you hold it in your hand and run your finger over it... ...eyes spying...staring...poking...prodding......as you lay on your couches...in your underwear...on your beds...in your car...while you sit idle at work...or hunched over on your kneecaps while sitting on the toilet......naked...exposed...bare......that something catches …
I once knew a little boy that was so full of life... he was never scared... he thought the world was safe... he ate Fruity Pebbles and watched old school Looney Tunes... he actually looked forward to the humid summertime heat... he had endless energy... he avoided work at all costs... he rode bicycles on …
HeY, YoU, long time no talk, how are YoU holding up? ... Are YoU doing okay? I've really, really missed YoU... ... like, REALLY, REALLY... not just reaLLy reaLLy... What?.. ... Things been tough lately? ... Somewhat chaotic? ... Somewhat out of place? ... Somewhat abnormal? ...yeah... I know how YoU feel... ... It feels …
On my nightstand, my cell phone alarm echosbefore the first peaking crumb of morning sunlight -I smell coffee laced air after a long restless nightand stumble down the foggy hall of a work week’s shadow.-Endless road...Drive...More endless...Drive...Lines on asphalt, road signs,..Drive...turn signals, cruise control...-I brush my teeth, urinate, and quietly beholdas I hesitantly sit atop …
Wow! What an adventure the past couple of years has been for all of us. I hope my writings have entertained you or provoked a different way of thinking, whether you have read one of my samples from time to time or all of them as they slowly filtered through the cracks of every day …
I looked into Santa's eyes while he looked into my son's,and,the glimmer was differentthan what I rememberwhen I was young.In awe,my son looked at the red velveted manthat all money bearing parents rally behindandforce the little ones to watch on screensand push the little ones to believe -a myth of hopeandgoodwill to submerge ourselves into …
Something is coming, whether it be through a cold winter's door, sloshing through the trough of puddled rain, across the brittle rustle of dying leaves, a medieval entity that has comfortably slept through the humidity of our restless summer nights, inside all of our aging sarcophagus', until now. Something is coming, and I feel the …
( apply what you want - negate the rest )___________________________I'm thankful I have myself.I’m thankful that I take up more, now, for my own mental health and self esteem than I did in my twenties. I'm thankful I did not give up when the many occasions presented itself for me to do so.I'm thankful to …
I was sitting there, alone, on my perch...like a full bellied pigeon on a freshly washed car -like a stray shopping cart in an open parking spot -like fresh crumbs on a newly wiped table -as curious as a toddler to an open electrical socket -as oblivious as an oxygen filled balloon -as vulnerable as …
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