Honestly, I know nobody reads my posts and I'm okay with this. My journey/diary on this website feels like I'm screaming and letting go of my anxiety that is riddling my body and my mind. Since no one reads this I can just throw it out there and pretend people are listening to my pointless … Continue reading Reflection 9/17/21
The crown of wooden rings stretch horizontally blanketing the hardened shoulders housing a past life and a current breath Maple fall leaves melt circles; moats, that shelter a forgotten onyx pit, speaking without consent, without being heard Sullied scents, drip curses, wane for attention, unknowingly wafts confusion upon the owner but also the gatherer Mischievous … Continue reading my mind’s interaction (a poem)
Blemished peaches fall under the surface Their ligaments reach into the silt Shifting Feeling The fruitful earth One peach pulls a redden stone of the past The other peach pulls a sharp rounded edge closed by muscles. Both peaches submerse again to thread their appendages into mother earth's fertility.
Sinful desires shape unsated salvation Quantify controlled quakes of self crime Fumes of fermented lust lessens our logic Pungent practices leave permanent marks piled One incident, one person, one idea Wonders which watching wander will wake Gently justify jousts of neglect. Beginnings before yearning to be eternally rooted Hours mourn minutes, minutes mourn seconds, consequently... … Continue reading A Past Life
I fell in a little hard with this new person I'm seeing. They are talkative, intelligent and full of life. My own ambitions and life fed off of those attributes that they have, which wasn't fair to the other party. Maybe I'm feeling guilty for no reason, maybe I'm a quiet lover, and maybe its … Continue reading Mourning a New Journey
Kissing is natural for some people. A way to express all that sexual adrenaline in a supportive way between two people. Not forced, just the bravery of one human or both to connect physically, and emotionally. The most interesting part about my 9 hour date was that I had my first kiss... again. Yes, I'm … Continue reading First Kiss… Again?
We say we are okay, because if we don't this vague sense of depression, need, and loneliness settles in. A little bit of dark emotion distracts us as if we are looking at a darkness that has an eternal depth. Eternal depth does become less hollow, eventually, leaving us looking at our friends who glow … Continue reading We are Okay
Thick smoke asks the stringy fog "Why do you linger?" The fog shrugs not knowing the true answer. The smoke continues... "I'm the one who hurls minds into blind emotion. Why do you linger?" The fog divides, changes into a light green and reflects someone, a beautiful human. The smoke gasps... "How dare you enter … Continue reading Waking Up From Grief
I work in Minneapolis and live in Saint Paul. Public transit is a life line for me, which is annoying because I'm so use to having my independence with my car. The positive thing about public transit you have to see all kinds of different people. I don't get to talk to them, but just … Continue reading Public Transit
Fragile tends to break Strikes significant cracks and then we hear vinyl skip Skip the sharp edges of that missed the eyes when the mirror shatters from our fists Forget that blood trickles down the fist Tickle of pain musters emotion that frays the veins of the heart Trick that emotional lava when the voice … Continue reading Fragile