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?
Found this on my old dead writing tumblr. Not bad.
6 July I looked up at the great vessel set to be my home for the much awaited future. Gand and beautiful. The smooth curves of the wood. I could see the hands that placed every plank, reinforced every beam. Sails hung perfectly from the mast. The love and care in forming such a … Continue reading At Sea
Cold and smooth down my throat People rush passed but time is still My feet waver. I can't be still Listening intently with no absorption Fear that I'm missing out but aware that I'm as I should be My knees keep me upright staring. Not longing. Intent. Not caring. Thick and nauseating. I craved it. … Continue reading Midnight Cream
I think about writing my book. I think about quitting my job. I think about running away. Instead, I go to sleep.
There's a new level of loneliness that the song gives me. Something the drinking started. Something from watching people go. Something from getting no calls. The words are so specific, but the feeling is so universal. I want to die. I want to live harder. I want to feel people. I want to hurt. I … Continue reading Try to Sleep
The sun's rays force their way Through the spaces between the leaves I watch the reflection dance On the frames of my glasses It shines so bright, but the heat Can't reach me as I shiver
Strange stream of consciousness poem. Doesn't completely make sense, but does it have to?
In an alternate universe, Sinbad's life is in complete shambles. When a mysterious figure grants him a surprising way to change his circumstances, he takes it, but it his surprising effects on the world of pop culture.