(April 17, 2017) I was always more ambitious and competitive than he was. He wanted a simple, happy life that did not welcome challenges other than the ones that presented themselves in the midst of getting by. I wanted to make the most of myself, while he just wanted a place to live, and to … Continue reading Recurring Impasse No. 1
(May 16, 2015) The death of my youth: a fearsome, unstoppable beast, I know is slowly approaching. He’s been haunting the underside of my bed ever since I can remember. This handsome devil has seduced many like me with empty promises of maturity, responsibility, legality to purchase cigarettes, bars and booze, homes and marriages, children … Continue reading Poem Dedicated to June 7, 2015
(August 20, 2015) Give more love; It is a philosophy I ought to adopt: More love To my house and my home, To my mother and my sister, Out in the cold, old NoDak. To my cat, Who spends icy nights devotedly curled up By my feet or my bum. I ought to give more … Continue reading Give More Love.
(n.d.) I try very hard to not be a romantic person. Too easily, I find myself caught up in slow dances and strings of lights and much too optimistic ideas. I yearn to skip through the stars, swing from the trees, catch snowflakes on my tongue. But stars are just burning balls of gas, I … Continue reading The Great Internal Negation
(July 25, 2015) The greatest thing everyone can be is kind. No matter how rich, poor, popular, outcasted, smart, ignorant, strong, weak, young, old, loved or lame, you always have the power to be kind. Being kind is not dependent on status or empowerment. Everything good that is ever done, in some form, is an … Continue reading Kindness
(n.d.) I hope you achieve your dream job at a young age, Only to realize that it is unfulfilling, or that your career peaks before you are thirty. I hope you fall desperately in love with someone, Only to find out that you are related before you get too serious. I hope you grow to … Continue reading Things I Actually Do Wish on My Enemies
Sept. 15, 2015 If you have to fight for a man's attention, you have already lost it. And he is gone, somewhere with less of a call. He is among the skyscrapers and museums, and someplace that smells like formaldehyde. But not here; slipped through my fingers and the grates in the sidewalk, so … Continue reading For the Love of A Man
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