All posts by Corwin

Breaking the Cycle!

Hey guys, it’s been a while. I guess I should start by explaining why I haven’t posted anything in over a month. While part of it just stems from me routinely being interested in writing, for the most part my absences has been the result of getting caught in one of two cycles. One cycle ...

I’m Ranting Again

Since I got back from Tokyo it has been difficult to write, well, anything. Every time I sat down, and put pen to paper, I felt like my mind went blank. The reality however, was that there has been more on my mind than I can remember. I had so much on my mind, and ...

Dear Sarah

Dear Sarah, I’m not even really sure if it’s okay for me to be writing this, as I haven’t known you for that long, but fuck it might as well. Where to even begin with you? Well for one you better take it down a notch because no one is going to be able to ...

Mid Flight Crisis 

Turns out having a panic attack miles above the ground kinda sucks. You can’t talk to anyone who can take the pain away, and it leads to some of the most non sensical thoughts I’ve ever had. So I wrote them down. Other than for spelling this is just a word dump of a kid ...

Dear Noah

There are people who will most likely disagree with my decision to post the letters that I wrote while I was in a dark place. To some, these letters could inspire others to follow through with their own thoughts to end their life. While I don’t full agree with that sentiment I will say to ...

Lifeless Party

This may sound a bit odd to those who’ve never experienced it, but a lot of the time I don’t feel. Happiness, sadness, anger, all stripped away despite my best efforts to be emotionally connected to the world around me. Honestly though, as much as I claim I want these feelings back, when they finally ...

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Being MIA

Sorry I haven’t really posted in a while. I don’t really know if I was lacking inspiration, or was just sick of writing, or if I just didn’t see the point. I have a lot of days in which nothing seems worth the effort of doing it. Even writing this seems like a waste of ...

A Day For the Boy

It was a Saturday, a day for the boys. A day for drinks, music, and mischievous ploys. For the first time in months I was as happy as could be, Sun was shining, not a cloud to see. The people around me were the absolute best, And for once I was okay tolerating the rest. ...

Seeing Color

This is another instance of me deciding what should and should not be on this blog. While I understand that the choice to include a black narrative may leave some feeling isolated, I don’t believe I can keep my skin color out of my writing, as I can’t keep my skin color out of my ...

Probably Just a Rant

  Sometime I have a hard time putting a creative twist on a simple concept. If I’m being honest it’s incredibly frustrating that I feel the need to string together a set of rhyme schemes, metaphors, and elevated diction just to let you all know that depression sucks. Kinda stupid huh? That instead of just ...