If you have a secret,
That you hold near,
And dear,
You would not like to know—
His name. Continue reading
Obliterated Taste Buds
To lose the weight I did, I had to cook my own food. I had to cook a lot of my own food. Many recipes I relied on so heavily, I started to get sick of them.
And that’s where the madness began. Continue reading
Poem: Chaos
Flickering tree line,
Wind up-ticking the grass,
A dream that consists,
Of nothing but colors,
Smeared,
Bleeding,
Purple and gold and red. Continue reading
A Life Of Sitting Weirdly
I believe the slang term for what I am is duck-footed? I’ve heard bow-legged or flat-footed as well. The simplest way to put it is this: if you look down at your feet, and the toes point forward naturally, congrats, you don’t have what I have. If they curve outward, so that your feet point in two diagonal directions, then you do have what I have. Continue reading
Poem: Sparking World
Pop and whir go the brain extenders,
The little pocket protecting minds,
Full of wire and flow,
Electricity, Continue reading
It Doesn’t Happen All At Once
Never good enough is our achievements, are they? Always someone else has done more than us. Made more money, written more. Better computers. Knows more about this or that. Has more disposable income? Can afford to buy more Magic cards than you? Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Schoolyard Combat
They were pyromancers. And skeletal warriors. And gods. And mud-covered barbarians wielding magical ice swords.
They were two children with sticks. Continue reading
Overthinker
If I were to put a label on two aspects of my personality, it would be these: I’m tenacious, and I’m an overthinker. And it’s the second thing I’m going to focus on here. I know I worry about stuff that other people just do not linger on, not for a second. “Hitler’s Painting” was an article I did specifically to address an instance of that. I have been told, since a very young age, “you’re thinking too much about this.” Continue reading
Poem: Comfortable
Demystifying Creativity
Some may disagree with me doing this. Some may become alienated as my experiences do not match up to theirs close enough. And some might simply be mad at me for some other reasons that if I were to guess, I’d likely be wrong about it anyway.
I’m gonna demystify creativity. Continue reading
Poem: Red Blinking Light
Sit there,
In this red room,
By screen light,
Double strewn,
Blinking monitors,
And data sped outwards, Continue reading
A Matter Of Perspective
Well, that’s a pretentious title. But I mean it this way: the world is beautiful. Interlocking pieces and ideas and complex words and agreements and dreams made real. I am not an optimist, but like everyone that looks up at the sky, I cannot help but wonder how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Take a person and see a massive complex organism of nerves and blood. Then consider the internal dreams of a human being. The social connections. I believe in a spirit, a soul, to a person—and that’s another layer. Continue reading
Poem: New Year
Poem: Christmas Time Is Best Time
You’d think my favorite,
Would be the time of screams,
The time of skeletons,
And very bad dreams. Continue reading
YEAR THREE CHRISTMAS COLLECTION #1: “To Those Unseen”
(Originally posted November 7, 2018)
To those that see a painting in twilight skies.
To those who pour out their heart because they need someone to understand.
To those that push themselves harder—harder—harder, until they find a new way. Continue reading
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