I accept that I'm a writer. But that's pretty much it. I don't know the rest. I've been attempting to figure that out for a long time. Identity, style, personality--sometimes I feel like none of these exist without my ability to be a writer. I tie a lot of things into my so-called "way of …
Category: Fri-losophy
Loss and Time
Life can throw so many things at you. Death is one of them. Dealing with it--Hurts. The time was a gift. And no matter how I feel, life continues to move forward.
Incorruptible
I sometimes feel like I need to fight. Not against something. More like for something. Well, I take that back. It is against something. Myself. My brain. Or the sweet, sweet sensation with not being complacent. I always feel like I'm fighting. I'm that guy who always feels buried. Or I'm that guy refusing to …
A Strong Forward Push
The ideas never stop. Through the black and the muck, it's absolutely a wondrous feeling when all I want to do is write for the day. So, I'm basking at the moment. While I still can, before the eventual round trip has its way with me.
Fight for the Right to be Happy
A moment to breathe. The pause between the waves of wind, the sky rippling in responseA bland moment in a pool, being pulled through the steam, enjoying the time.A falling, grand moment after being thrown from the moon. To sail to the smudged blueA moment to find perspective. To define happiness, an empty silo taken …
Locked
I'm slow. So slow. No beat. No sound. A brand, ground into a rotten truck. Slow through the reeds, each brushWaving through bloody tips,No skin, so slow, every step pain,A blotchy stain, gained from the Popper. To the truck, open the door, Slow to search, and flash the engine,To go slow, still slow. No roundTrip …
One More Push
Tough waves ahead. I don't know why. I don't like it. But I keep on pushing. I hope the Sunday prompt post turns out well. Hope to have it done in time. It's tough. And not for the reasons I thought. I think my hesitation and my struggle comes from the lack of confidence. Which, …
The Why and Why about Writing
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, Words, words, scrambled words,Got to find a balance. Where am I? I don't know anymore. I still love writing, obviously. I still got ideas bouncing off the wall. I still put work into a novel-- That's the thought. That one has been stewing in my brain. I continue to work on a …
Frustrations
It's weird. Brains are weird. Feelings are weird. After a recent giant step, I've been feeling a bit conflicted about everything. I'm fighting and struggling for literally no reason.Because my dumb-dumb brain likes to think it's the end of the world. Maybe that's why a lot of my writing seems to be geared towards apocalyptic. …
I just want to write.
My thoughts as of late have been a little scattered. My brain fights with my thoughts, and my body fights with my brain. It's frustrating but familiar at this point. Sometimes I can reason out of the pressure, write like a madman. Other times, I can't, and have a nothing day. I acknowledge my thoughts …
Just Buckle Down 