This is depression. This is anxiety. This is two consecutive days off anxiety attacks. This is suicidal ideation. This is my reality. This is what I can no longer hide. This is now, and always has been, my life.
Poem: Sheep to Wolf to Sheep
Ferocity without purpose is malice Throwing on a wolf skin Followed by that of sheep Looking harmless Endearing Playing at hard Hiding casual cruelty beneath it all Looking all pretty Showing those sparkles Trying to distract everyone From the pitted, scarred core Refusing to be viewed disadvantaged Talking down Dishing trash Donning a stolen kid’s... Continue Reading →
Poem: My Truth
I say my truth with every breath Releasing the words as I know them Lies and deception always receive their due Or, one should imagine it so When my word is dismissed With no concept of my oath What giving one signifies This rejection speaks volumes A denial of who I am Refusing to delve... Continue Reading →
Quiet Dreams: Would you truly wish to see an angel?
Today's images of angels are either chubby, little cherubim or guardians that look remarkably human and one is assigned to each of us (Well, Christians, as the others don't count.) . They are the carriers of God's will and exist to protect his worshippers. Not exactly how they are portrayed elsewhere. Biblically, angels have been... Continue Reading →
Quiet Dreams: Solitude
I'm unsure if who created this image. If you know, please inform me so I may give credit. The thing in the woods. Civilization creates a sense of safety and security, a hathering if people as a defense against the unknown beyond the borders. Yet, how safe are these collections of people? How safe have... Continue Reading →
Quiet Dreams: New Project
I have started a podcast, also named Quiet Dreams, that is available on Spotify. It is rather amateurish, having no background in audio recording or editing, but will serve as a companion to this blog. I will do the occasional reading of material already published here and new content, but there will also be companion... Continue Reading →
Poem: A Most Melancholy Grief, A Towering and Vitriolic Rage
My heart has shattered A crunch of shards underfoot The faintest susurrus of powdered fragments Drifting away in the breeze Kin has been lost Kith that will never return They all remain, so silent Dwelling in memories The tears are cool Heating quickly on a late summer day Eyes left raw, red-rimmed Declaring sorrow for... Continue Reading →