Tag: Writing
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Darkness
I swallow my darkness and self loathing The voice is no longer calling me It is weeping I forsake all common sense that I once had And I embrace the night sky As I travel on this road, This road to nowhere, I feel lost and alone Now, not only do I hear one voice,…
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To Be Normal
I’ve awoken to yet another day of being me Stressed out Worn out Burnt out It seems that I tread through the day wearing a mask of my own flesh while everyone else wears beautiful plastic bags. Everyone looks so pretty from down here. My flesh is dirty; consumed by the ravages of a civil…
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An Insomniac’s Weekend Chat
My friends, it has been quite the few days. My last post(s) came at the hands of a binary set of poems on Thursday! (Here’s Oh, Darling and Alone) I had every intention on publishing some new material over the weekend but unfortunately, as you have seen, that didn’t happen. That’s ok, though! It gives me the opportunity…
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Oh, to Tell You my Story…
My nightmares give the boogeyman tremors deep within his soul. It is within my opinion that loneliness is the chauffer of the limousine labeled “Depression”. Loneliness becomes the ghost of your past, present, and future; pressing on your mind during the day and haunting you while you sleep. It is always there to remind…
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Isolationist
I’m honestly a little frustrated and tired tonight. Here’s why… The older I get, the more of an isolationist I become. I used to be a “social bug”. Back in the good ole days I’d find any and every excuse to get a big group of my friends together and go somewhere. Wal-Mart was…
Confessions 