At the crossroads and at the end of my rope, decisions made in haste can end up hanging me; I must press on though life is as hard as granite, as unforgiving as a true enemy, as hard to endure as the vilest insult, as heavy as a fallen tree... I press on or die.
Today I am going to start a new path-- I'm flawed and failing and full of scars but I will not allow those to define me again, not on this new day. I have spent months in hell, and weeks in torments, and minutes in doubt, and seconds in terror... No more today. Today I... Continue Reading →
It's 4:00am again and I find myself reaching for the "Pull" side of the dingy entry door to the Diner in my head. I'm hungry for the "Early Bird Writer's Special"; at least I tell myself that. I'm actually hungry to sit down and start my day of trying to crawl my way through the... Continue Reading →
The sails of the ship that propel my soul long to be filled with the wind of hope, only to hang useless and empty with the doldrums of hopelessness. https://en.support.wordpress.com/comments/pingbacks/
The chessboard of his day looms like a unbearable wasteland in front of him this morning. No matter what moves he makes nor what piece he moves, it will end with his King toppled. "Why move at all", he thinks. "Why not just stand still and let the pieces move themselves?" So...he withdraws from his... Continue Reading →
My mind wakes and stirs my hands to action on the keyboard. Like a lust in my body I write the words in a scream that I am falling apart.
I figured that since I can't sleep anyway, I might as well be up writing as opposed to just laying there thinking of things to be writing. This has been a brutal week. The work itself has been constant stress and waiting for the next shoe to drop, especially with one student who gets so... Continue Reading →
I call anything From now on That makes me afraid, That keeps me awake at night, That makes me want to quit my Life’s work or worse, my life’s meaning.... Rubbish. I name thee Demon, And thy name is rubbish. You came close this time, Oh so very close, But you failed because I return... Continue Reading →
You’ve got to be kidding. Nope. Cartoon mouse is up and pulling eyelids open now AGAIN and it’s not even 1:00am. I mean, really?? Is there some great purpose from On High that I have to perform to keep waking up this way night after night after night? My mind is already careening around looking... Continue Reading →
I am wound up tighter than an 8 day clock; More nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, The world is a twisty, shaky, multi-colored jolt of noise; "BE STILL!" My mind screams...! But dammit!! I can't relax! ...even in my DREAMS
Lately, I've found myself immersed in writing short horror stories. This is not because I'm a weird person, live in a basement, or even because it's October and there are a lot of scary stories that get written around this time. It's really because I'm so scared in my own life. I work in a... Continue Reading →
In 1967, Patrick McGoohan created one of the most controversial, cutting edge television shows ever to be broadcast. It not only featured technology that didn't exist at the time (science fiction, go figure right?) but also a compelling character and situation that, especially in these challenging times or chaos and control in the hands of... Continue Reading →
I have been fitted for a collar of iron, A chain forged to it That runs to my soul— and clenches it’s Iron grip around my spirit. It can only take a word, Or even an assumption, That I’ve done something to offend Or worse, failed, at something or failed someone For that collar to... Continue Reading →