I find respite in substance, well, some of the time. In the past, I've struggled with substance abuse. In times past, I could not sit with my feelings; in times past, I would reach for a crutch. Times past is never too far though, for tonight I reached for the bottle. Whiskey and coke, it … Continue reading groundhog day.
I'm a pain professional you see. I've suffered more than most. Pain is no longer a stranger to me; an old friend. A boot through my door is how he chooses to enter, lifting me up by the throat, pinning me against the wall; pain is back again. With one swift motion pain slams me … Continue reading pain.
With a mere snap of your fingers would the tectonic plates shift; in command of such a powerful force are you. A mere singular decision would remove the inch wide space of separation. Such a small space, such a small place; too small a place for more than two - I don't mind competing for … Continue reading snap of the fingers.
A bit abstract, perhaps too forward-a-thought; mind runs like projector reel, light up this theatre, cos' life's but a stage. The sun throws it's rays through the corner pane; throwin' shade. The way the sun dances, it's runs all over the room. Cold are the spaces where the sun doth not shine, like walkin' round, … Continue reading entropy.
Blue, lost in the ocean; feels like home. Beating through my chest, gotta get away. Respite, if only for a moment; back to reality. Waves, blue, crash over and over; me, you. Force like nature, pain like razor - a love just an inch away. Always. Cut the same way, a pool of reflection; hope … Continue reading again? this time proper. fuck…
Before one can flourish, they must know the dirt, they must know the earth; they must lay root. Only once foundation has been established may we reach for the sky. I give thee permission to stand strong and tall, grasping at the sun. Water and rays are all you need most days, but often a … Continue reading The laying of root.
Often we are scared to open ourselves up, living in fear of the day that all good things must come to an end. I feel exotic like a fruity cocktail; sweet, intoxicating and with one sip... ah! that hits the spot. Between my toes is finely ground sand, heated to just the perfect temperature; not … Continue reading fear.