In my heart there is a stone, but in my soul there is a dragon. Each day that I fill a page, I manage to keep her fire at bay, but when I start to fall apart, I feel her fire warm my heart. It does not serve to comfort, but rather quite the opposite. … Continue reading Fire-Starters
Tag: Personal Essays
Handle With Care
I do not easily attach, because, when I do, it is with the tenacity of an octopus holding on for dear life; the only way to make me detach is by severing a part of me entirely. Regeneration is possible, but, unlike an octopus, it is a long and arduous process that always leaves scars. … Continue reading Handle With Care
Dear Diary
Dear Diary, Today's been okay for the most part. I made it through my classes. Nothing that interesting happened at school. Nothing that interesting happened, period. I just feel so frustrated. Or down. Or I don't know what to call it. It's like this pressure. It's not quite anxiety but it almost is. And no … Continue reading Dear Diary
Darkness
I can't see the words in my head that I need to make you like me. All there is is darkness.
The Sound of Silence
"Why did you talk to me?" I asked him, as we walked down the street at 9:40pm. "I don't know, I saw you and really wanted to talk to you." "Well I really wish you hadn't. I'm uncomfortable and I want to go home but I can't while you're with me because I don't know … Continue reading The Sound of Silence
Puzzle
I am not a machine. I cannot produce perfectly timed, perfectly rhymed poetry at the drop of a hat. Each piece will not come out with the same quality, the same ferocity. Each piece these days is nothing but perfunctory. I am a machine. I cannot produce beautifully allegorical, beautifully metaphorical poetry at the drop … Continue reading Puzzle
Refreshed
Nothing feels better than taking care of myself. Work outs and coffee in the morning, face masks and tea in the evening - nothing is too much of a commitment, too much of a burden, for the feeling of renewal it brings me. In a single day, I probably do most things just to take … Continue reading Refreshed
Alarm Clock
Tomorrow morning I have to wake up at 6am, in order to leave my accommodation by 7am, in order to make my flight home. I hate waking up, especially when I’ve only slept a little. It’s 1am now. Whoops. If I sleep a lot and wake up naturally, then waking up is fine. It’s welcome. … Continue reading Alarm Clock
Slip Up
Whoops. I'm doing it again. Saying no. But no, it's no slip up. It's not a mistake. It's vacation and laughter and good times. It's friendship. Goodnight.
Insult
"You're going to hell," my brother said. "I'll see you there," I thought in my head. "No I'm not," I said instead. We were standing in a grocery store parking lot. Now a pagan and an agnostic, the premise doesn't matter, yet I haven't forgotten.
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