One rotten apple spoils the bunch, and when that bunch gets served on a golden platter to a whole community, that apple’s poison spreads like disease amongst the unsuspecting citizens. As those apples age, the rot only festers and grows and when those rotten seeds get planted and take root, it’s that much harder for … Continue reading One Bad Apple
Sitting alone at a bar at 2pm. Is this what the beginning stages of alcoholism look like? I mean, it’s not like my bloodline is some stranger to addiction. Especially of the booze variety. But, no. THis is just a drink. A midday, waiting for my bus drink. An I work hard and deserve a … Continue reading Fear
My notes app is full of gold Half formed stories untold Unfinished thoughts regurgitated A wandering mind looking to be creative My notebooks are all half empty Unfulfilled promises to myself About my health, about my mind About the ways in which I’ll spend my time My commitments are elsewhere Never in the places I … Continue reading My Notes App
This is a sad one about losing motivation. Oooh yeah!
Noticing the indent in the mattress in the shape of my body as I rise to the door The foam isn’t memory, just a representation of the mental state of me My voice echoes the creak of the wood under my feet Before the floor eveng gets a chance to speak Activities of the day … Continue reading Am I Stuck?
Like a fog spreading from temple to temple Attempts to break through are painful Seems pointless, this search for the motivation Picking and mining and coming up empty Unsure of what it means, exhaustion or complacens Sadness or complete resignation Is it worth forcing to move forward Is there a different feeling I should be … Continue reading Brain Fog
Found this on my old dead writing tumblr. Not bad.
Something incoherent that I wrote weeks ago
I wish that vodka tasted like water Be easier to drown the sorrows I like that whiskey taste like pain A reminder that joy is borrowed I don’t drink as much as I write I do I don’t mean to seem so downtrodden Because most times the opposite’s true But when writing the happiness … Continue reading Not Who I Am
Something seems ominous about twenty three Twenty three is practically mid-twenties Mid twenties is practically late twenties Late twenties is practically thirty My thinking is overwrought My life is undercooked My hopes are slowly dying, But I know it’s soon to call Life is moving glacial But also at a sprint My mind fills with … Continue reading 23