Category: The Little Things
Love I Wished it Was
A lifetime ago, I asked a dear friend what love was. She told me it was “eating a bowl of cereal while watching your favorite show,” and despite loving the line, I didn’t understand it at all. Years later, I’m still not certain I understand. Love is far too abstract a concept for me to ...
Not Love, But I Wish it Was
I don’t wake up missing you, just what life used to be. I wake up missing the way a bed feels with someone else in it. I wake up missing the warmth of two bodies lazily pressed together in the early hours of the morning. I wake up missing the sound of someone breathing softly ...
Pathetic Memories
The irony of revisiting a piece like this isn’t lost on me. A little under a year ago, I thought it was pathetic to allow thoughts of you to inspire so many words, and yet here I am, writing about you again. You’ll be happy to know that I’ve changed my mind. Not about how ...
A Collection of Terrible Nasty Good For Nothing Thoughts
I realized as I finished writing this that it had been a while since I had posted anything. I don’t have a good explanation for the break. I suppose I haven’t felt much lately, and thus nothing I’ve written in the past month has felt important enough to show to anyone. I haven’t found much ...
Somewhere Between Sad Songs and Butterscotch
Today, instead of committing suicide, I sat on the island in the middle of my kitchen while crying and eating butterscotch. I didn’t have any particular reason to be so depressed. Nothing serious had happened, and no mounting dread loomed over me, but nevertheless, all I could think about upon waking up this morning was ...
Still Out Here Ranting
It’s everyone’s favorite time again. I’ve hit that critical mood where I do away with the piss poor poetry, thoughtless think pieces, and agonizing anecdotes, all to see how many self-deprecating remarks I can throw out before people start to worry. I’ll be honest, for about two weeks now I’ve found myself firmly nestled within ...
The Good, The Bad, and The XXX
The Good, The Bad, and The XXX This isn’t so much a warning as it is an invitation for conversation. I’m sure there will be more than a few who disagree with my opinion, and I hope they are encouraged to voice their thoughts on the matter. Provided the opinion doesn’t come across as a ...
World Poetry Day
It’s World Poetry Day, and as one of life’s leading poets, I am obliged to participate. All jokes aside, I needed an excuse to post these two pieces. I have been sitting on them for quite some time, and couldn’t justify putting them out into the world until today. They are handwritten, my apologies to those ...
Forgive Me For I Have Sinned
This piece was started a lifetime ago, at a time in which my response to negativity in my life was, well, mean. I had started opening up to friends and family about my depression, and thus was facing the harsh reality of going public with depression. People don’t know how to properly react, and it ...
Me & a mask 