By day it hides, In the shadows, under the bed, in the closet. By night it waits, Patiently, with malevolence, subconscious disregard. Suppression no more. The floodgates are opened, thoughts escape in the night. My mind, full of demons, Across corners over my bed. Taunting me, haunting me, Reminding me what I can't have. As … Continue reading

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Freedom

The word freedom is a full bodied, symphony playing, deeply penetrating word.  I've come to the conclusion that freedom is finitely woven through our perception.  When one predicament increases one's sense of freedom, it underhandedly reduces another freedom, oftentimes taking years to recognize the trade-off.  Perhaps there is no possible way to create freedom out … Continue reading Freedom

Memoir Entry

This medium, and writing overall, is a lifeline for me, a platform to expel my thoughts, a place to "vomit" ideas that I would otherwise spare the general population from having to hear (the word vomit deliberately used to describe the uncontrollable, helpless and somewhat violent act of it).  Over the course of my life, … Continue reading Memoir Entry

CandyLand

Control is an illusion.  Some crave it more than others, and the insatiableness manifests itself into a variety of strange and startling neuroses.  It is the driver of many life choices, from children to careers to life partners. It even affects our daily behavior: we behave to get attention, win someone over or achieve a goal.  … Continue reading CandyLand

Threads

The threads that connect us, Tear me apart. As it sews us together, My nakedness, Stripped of armour, Terrifies. And I want to run. I've learned to sew, And the threads serve me well. Although on occasion, I ask once more If it's more protective, To remain, With my threads severed. Tragically however, If my … Continue reading Threads

Dirty Little Secrets

The price of my garden, Is in spirit currency. Its encumbrance, Brings death to mind and soul. The poppies, lilies and daffodils, Are an ideal picture on approach. But nobody knows, The soil is so deep. My colors and pretty and smiles, Smother the life I was intended to live. Inescapably, When nurturing those aesthetics, … Continue reading Dirty Little Secrets

The Rain ☔

I run from the rain, Yet the waters still follow. They slowly uncoil, Like a slithering snake. Despite resoluteness, Thoughts of clear, sunny skies, I concentrate, focus, To allude darker days. Yet inevitable clouds Persistently roll. Their fate predetermined, Their presence eternal. Nevertheless, In wisdom, in age, I have learned that the rain, All the … Continue reading The Rain ☔

Evolve

To evolve, Is to resist the guilt, Enjoy the beauty, Emerge with the thunder. To evolve, Is to turn my head, To the confusion that lingers, In your chosen words. To evolve, Is to forge ahead, To beat down the fear, That failure propagates. To evolve, Is to love, In the unrefined form, That only … Continue reading Evolve