Are you still debating whether you like what you see?I can’t say that I blame you.Cracks from plunged bloody fists hide distorted lines under your eyes.I see… Read more “Reflection”
Category: mental health
Dude, You Need a Savior!
You’ve got it all figured out, huh?I guess it’s easy for you, isn’t it?Passing bad checks, asking for forgiveness for what’s next, how’d that work out for… Read more “Dude, You Need a Savior!”
It’s Just a Word
My God.That word.There I go, using it again.But only to emphasize vague points.Lazy, right? I know.I tell myself others use the word, too.It doesn’t make it any… Read more “It’s Just a Word”
Positive Thinking (Change)
That’s what it’s all about, they say.Does it work?Tell me when you figure it out, will you?They say it with a tight-lipped smile and a pocket full… Read more “Positive Thinking (Change)”
In Sickness & Bad Health
Elma’s weary eyes — heavy from therapy — shed clouded judgment, spreading the sting of regret on her cheeks. As I pay the bills for treatment we… Read more “In Sickness & Bad Health”
Officer Talking A Man Out Of Committing Suicide. Eight Years Later, Now Father Of Two, Gives The Officer An Award At The American Foundation Of Suicide
I scrolled over this post on my Reddit feed. With all the bad news in the world, this touched my heart. Officer Talking A Man Out Of… Read more “Officer Talking A Man Out Of Committing Suicide. Eight Years Later, Now Father Of Two, Gives The Officer An Award At The American Foundation Of Suicide”
Dead Body
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Paralyzed by Indecision
I stood, hands clasped around a mug amid a mid-December winter wind with a warm cup half full of seventeen-year-old dreams tucked inside seventeen-year-old lies. Absent a… Read more “Paralyzed by Indecision”
I’m Listening (Biting My Tongue)
I speak too much,hanging my head in disgust.My cheeks blush with lust.My mouth sealed shut.So that not even the trees could hear me screamwhat’s to be of… Read more “I’m Listening (Biting My Tongue)”
Bloody Roses
It’s January, and I lost track of time and a wrinkled letter dated September; we did a night or two in the back seat of her hummer.I… Read more “Bloody Roses”
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