Something about the lingering sunshine, Apparition behind eternal grey, Revives lungs clutched in ash and filled with brine, And pounds the heart to see another day.
Something About Today
Something is so unutterably lonely About the American way. I saw it in the longing gaze of Daisy Faye. She cried to her lover, begging for hope That only he could find Seas of chocolate sorrow begged his aid. These seas of sadness languished in opulence Surpassing all imagining Tears inside a diamond box of... Continue Reading →
Face The RedWell, you know a problem has gotten bad when non-profit organizations are made in its honor....but this video is comforting, at least for me. There is something about art that levels the playing field. It reminds you that you are only human, suffering the same nightmares as everyone else, and somehow the monsters... Continue Reading →
Face The Red
Nightmares
That's a pain I'm not ready to write yet,It's the one that flashes when I close my eyesAnd threatens to keep me from sleep,The poison that ceases the pain.It is the one that lies behind the pressOf haunts behind my head and neckTaunting the air that treads upon and inAnd breathing out in every sigh... Continue Reading →
Red Letter Day
Well today was another red letter day. One of those where the terror slowly grows in your heart until you explode in tears and everyone starts telling you, "Hey it's just life. This is how it goes. Because THAT is somewhat comforting. ....except it's NOT. Hey it's life. Well then life sucks. And the answer... Continue Reading →
“Write…IN Pain.”
Write in pain.That's what he said. And I was just determined not to write,So no one would see the cuts I can hide.Because you can always hide it With enough control.You just hide.I am not an alcoholic,Nor am I a smokerI'm not a sex addictOr a cutter,I have never tried to kill myself.But in the mind,One can be an... Continue Reading →
The Writing of Regency Park
Here comes the very first novel accomplished your very own... ME? Nah, I can't write a novel. Never going to happen. I am just a normal person, with no real talent. How could that happen? People don't make money off books anyway, Why bother? And worse, it's almost like a diary entry, Could you be... Continue Reading →
Hangover
I didn't have alcohol for the hangover today, remember the Cry Fest yesterday? Yeah, that happened. Then I stayed up until three in the morning. Why, exactly? Because I can? And because I felt like it.....because I didn't want to go to sleep, I wanted the tranquilizer dart we all love most. TV Time. Hooray.... Continue Reading →
The Good Morning
It's one of those sunrises when nothing "productive" happens.One of those dew striped mornings of something more than beautiful.See I left my breath in the sparkling city of AthensWhen I left and pretended that life was never wonderful.The chorus of wise men with vampire teeth and zombies rags chantsThat no matter how long you work... Continue Reading →
The Blog of Brene BrownA beautiful friend of mine made me read The Gift of Imperfection last year, and it healed so much in me, and opened doors to other rooms of the mansion of my soul that needed healing. Thank you Brene Brown for yourself.
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