When I’m happy…
I find myself with less things to say. All I want to do is act. All I want to do is move energy through my body in a way that feels most free. When I’m happy….
Read More When I’m happy…Month: April 2020
things I’d be left bleeding in a ditch without:
therapy music television shows films my brother’s existence my housemates weed twitter dance
Read More things I’d be left bleeding in a ditch without:a rant I wrote in 2017
that happened to be relevant today… who am i I don’t know who I am anymore because so many memories used as mirrors to reflect who I am have been shattered. My history has been stolen from me. there’s so much lost I don’t even have the words to describe what I’m going through correctly […]
Read More a rant I wrote in 2017my brother loved,
in memoriam.
Read More my brother loved,poetry, december 2018
we live in different mental states that’s why you cannot reach me. miles away, in another way. you can’t reach me. by car, drone or telephone you can’t find me, you can’ see me. i’m inside of a feeling, there’s no room here for you.
Read More poetry, december 2018my thoughts on struggle, 2018
the stigma around struggle: people often demonize the process of struggle. a (completely necessary) natural process of the human condition which makes people generally uncomfortable. it wares human’s spirits, and makes life feel longer. it makes time passing painful. it also is a divisive tactic used to separate people and alienate others. struggle is often […]
Read More my thoughts on struggle, 2018emotions, again poetry from November 3rd, 2019
I have so many emotions. they fill me up to the brim. they burst out of my skin. they are heavy on my bones, and rattle my skeleton when I walk. you can even hear them speak… banshee screams. piercing howls. there’s a tight bitter twisted pain in my jaw that travels up through my […]
Read More emotions, again poetry from November 3rd, 2019Nov 12, 2019 sober thought, 3 AM.
An exoskeleton made of emotions lives outside of my body and drags this bag of skin and bones with it. I am a slave to it. I am helpless. They are all powerful. They are drunk with power. They relish in their control over me. I want to separate myself but then I wouldn’t know […]
Read More Nov 12, 2019 sober thought, 3 AM.WELL, THAT’S TOUCHING.
people tend to touch things differently when they desire them. the way they handle a bag of candy they are interested in opening compared to a plastic bag full of dead maggots. that may be an extreme analogy but I bet you got my point. from the way your fingers attach to something you like […]
Read More WELL, THAT’S TOUCHING.Journal Prompt: What Does Your Dream Life Look Like?
The first month of this year I started seeing my spiritual counselor again. She gave me some writing prompts. This prompt was from January 13. I thought it was kind of funny and it sounds kind of grand, but that’s just how I think. In grand ways. But also, it’s quite simple. It ends with […]
Read More Journal Prompt: What Does Your Dream Life Look Like?
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