The books on my shelf are my tattoos. The covers are comforts and windows to my mind. They are a display of my thoughts. Thoughts that run rampant in a dizzying spiral suddenly have points in space and time. My thoughts have buckets in these books. My questions have answers and the answers create more... Continue Reading →
Hello my friends! It has been along time. I've revamping this blog to hold myself accountable. Well, really I'm hoping you all will be commenting and asking for updates on certain things, but I'm not even sure people blog anymore. I have a question for you: What are your thoughts on having an alias when... Continue Reading →
The excitements builds rapidly in the invisible space between my lungs and my throat. It’s so powerful that my fingers start to tremble and I'm forced to close my eyes tight. Please, please let this feeling pass! I have friends who struggle with real addictions. I watch them relapse into substances and thank God I’m... Continue Reading →
I would slit my wrists to give you meaning. I bleed my unformed thoughts to show you truth. Yet, is it helping anyone, or am I as superficial as the next 'blogger’, posting a premature idea to be an early entry on the daily prompt ? I was contemplating a creative way to communicate the... Continue Reading →
It was a mid-morning start, which meant the traffic was a little lighter and the gangs of retirees were taking over the cafes. I pulled up next to a trendy family car - Upper middle class. I couldn’t see the driver. All I could see was the left arm of the passenger. The wrist was... Continue Reading →
Empty tunnels echo pain. Beating heart and throbbing veins. Scattered thoughts and shattered soul, Hatred fills the empty hole. Where to turn in this turmoil? Mind in tempest, face in soil. I gave too much and feel too weak, And uttered words I never speak. Without the mind to stay alone, Or the want for... Continue Reading →
A dead tree alone in a dessert. Burnt, it’s branches claw at the sky. Slowly, the scene tilts. The sky now below, the dessert above. The tree hangs like a gothic chandelier.
My guest keeps saying the same thing, but I can’t here it’s voice. It whispers, “Remember.” My uninvited guest is the byproduct my life circumstances that I, clearly, couldn’t handle the way my brain wanted me to.
The Vile Mint 