Intro: This is a special little ditty about how I’ve felt about myself from time-to-time, and as we go along … Continue Reading Ballad Of…
The first thing I noticed was that I was sad. The second thing I noticed was that I was sick. The third thing I noticed was that I was funny.
But here I am, 28 years old standing before the opening doors of closeted memories. Memories worse than my nightmares, worse than what I had thought I escaped. Memories I thought I killed and buried have been dug out of their graves.
And now, time for a poem and some random feeling spilling! FICTION You appeared to be verisimilar Now you’re unfamiliar … Continue Reading Fiction
I often have a hard time keeping up with my “blog,” despite the fact that I consistently have numerous things … Continue Reading Life Is Oddly Difficult
(I feel like) Someone Else I used to think everything I ever felt Is out there being said better … Continue Reading Someone Else
Confessions Over Tea Baby left rime Round the edges of infinity Disguised as pearls And hanged herself From your … Continue Reading “Confessions Over Tea”
He’d done this all before. He’d talk to the girls and boys, fathers and mothers. He’d get what he could and he’d eat them up. Like I said, he wasn’t a person and he was not human. He was something else. It was something much simpler than that
The crack in the walls made me visible again
In disbelief of it all, he was there
The lights were on, the camera rolling
You held it right where I was