I Write How I Am Feeling PINNEDDeath by Drowning For the memory of Caroline Flack and those of us who know what it is like to drain people. First draft Swimming in the North Sea in February is not the kind of thing many would spend their day off work doing. In fact it was...See More »
I Express Myself Through Writing PINNEDThe Night She was sleeping when it came. She did not have the strength to fight it. Nor the desire. Some might have thought she seemed ready for it. Like she had been waiting for a very very long time. The house had been infested for a...See More »
I Am Eclectic PINNED I’m eclectic, can you be eclectic too? I’m making this my eclectic whiteboard... Begin
I Express Myself Through Writing PINNED The Outcast So the elders felt they had finally done a good job and had rid the village of the girl and her sins. They did not feel pride at what they had done. But they did feel satisfaction. Relief. It was necessary. It worried them how she...See More »
Goodnight: I only get goodnight kisses from a bottleI only get goodnight kisses from a bottle I crawled beneath The sheets My lids Heavied Unsteady Spinning ceilings Music played I think it was James Too busy Too tired Too lost I Wasn’t Saved
Can I request a refund?Dear Disney I would like to request a refund on my subscription. You see I think it has led me to a false representation of life ‘stuff’. I was of the understanding that if I flailed helplessly and in imminent danger, that a knight , handsome Pri...See More »
When you are lonelyBut don’t message anyone because you hate yourself… You get lonelier and hate yourself more. But can’t break the habit. Because you think, I wouldn’t want to hear from me…
So I decided to play a gameNo, no. Not that kind of game. It is a mal-functioning social interaction game called energy and effort mirroring. In fact maybe it’s just learning to be neurotypical and use my mirror neurons. Thing is it’s blooding lonely. Because there is no...See More »
Tired of fighting sorrowTired of Fighting Sorrow I’m not sure I remember anything after that. The moment you told me what I already knew, that you were tired of fighting my sorrow. It’s an ending I know well by now. I’ve been fighting this sorrow for as long as I can...See More »
