What if I wrote something different? Like if I just wrote what I'm thinking Instead of getting all fancy schmancy With my flourishes from college.
Sabotage
It's crazy to me how promptly my psyche starts to sabotage any amount of success I experience. I self-published a book last night, and almost immediately the chorus began. "You just self-published, that doesn't mean anything, no one will ever read it anyway." I even started feeling like I was ripping people off who decided... Continue Reading →
Transitions
I am so overwhelmed right now.If you are not my future husband you should not even talk to me.If you do you risk hearing about my probable ulcer,My panic attacks, my skewed philosophies, or worse-desperate housewives,Because if I don't trust you enough to fall apart in front of you,All you will hear about is desperate... Continue Reading →
Maxima Culpa
I have been so frustrated about the existence of bad things lately. I saw a bird eating a roadkill squirrel the other day.I was so angry I didn't know whether to curse, or cry,So I just yelled, the entire way to Church about how unfair it was.I hate when people want to hurt other people.I am... Continue Reading →
Come
The notes began, every memory rushing forward,Laying her life down, she sobbed her losses,Watching as the men that made her heavenFaded before her, whispers in the wind.Held in arms that would never let her go,She rested in peace, far and long away,He faded too, just a moment in time,And she saw the battle her hope... Continue Reading →
God and The Poet’s Death
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=9vHFsXOdTt0#at=75 Continuation of previous post on The Hours
Walking on Water
It'd been one day too long since she'd written,She'd been missing by the lake in the dark.Telling secrets to the stars that would listen,Mixing metaphors out late in the park.She spoke of trees that walked on the water,Cried for tears that fell from the sky,And one day she fell in the river,Wishing for the hope... Continue Reading →
Suddenly So Alive
Art, and the beauty inside it, is meant to shock us,Wrench us forward into being alive.Suddenly a light is incandescent in our field of life,Not line of sight, like some would say-that's not enoughNo, it comes across our field of is, was, will be,And shines for just a moment, like a glimpseOf peripheral vision. Pain... Continue Reading →
Inspiration By Faith"An essential function of genuine beauty, as emphasized by Plato, is that it gives man a healthy “shock”, it draws him out of himself, wrenches him away from resignation and from being content with the humdrum – it even makes him suffer, piercing him like a dart, but in so doing it “reawakens”... Continue Reading →
Inspiration By Faith
Sunset
I'm getting sloshed tonight The kind of drunk that makes you forget, And your girlfriends keep you from falling over, And your hipster hat gets blue martinis on it. I'm gonna f*** these fears finally And for the first time feel alive I'm going to Chicago, going for the city lights, And there I'm gonna... Continue Reading →
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