I came alive on a crisp Colorado morning, as the first rays of sunlight grace the mountains, revealing again their regal splendor, then find there way through the blinds to where I lay as one dead. With fluttering eyelids I took in that bright orange glow, comforting in its promise of warmth to come. Something... Continue Reading →

In the tomb

Is human connection an illusion? Do we all just choose to believe what we want to believe about our place in this world? Is anyone truly at peace with where they are, with who they are? My peace is a fragile shell that will crumble under the slightest pressure. Inside remains the same emptiness that... Continue Reading →

The Enemy Inside

  I never open up to anyone about how truly dark some of my thoughts are. I am not exaggerating when I say that I am truly terrified of myself. There is another of me living in my skin. My enemy. The inner me. Call me Jekyll or call me Hyde it makes no difference.... Continue Reading →

Bridging The Gap Between Your World And Mine

Expressing myself to others is extremely difficult. I lack not the words, but somehow my meaning is lost in the transmission. Discoveries glorious enough to compel me to share them with others are reduced to rudimentary mockeries of that which I had thought so grand. My thoughts are forced into the parameters of the listeners... Continue Reading →

Gumball Puzzle Machine

I don't like puzzles. People find them absorbing for a reason and I understand that, which is why I don't care for them. If I only have so many minutes to actually be alive on this earth, and I have to spend most of them either in a coma, working, or performing bodily functions, I... Continue Reading →


Pacing in circles, I pause for a moment and listen to the scritch-scratch of a million claws as the rats of this world scurry through the maze that surrounds my cell. The sound of them is a constant white noise, grinding out my ability to think as I pace my heartbeats away. The rats have... Continue Reading →

To Creart

Until I bled for something I had not lived. Before I knew what it was like to suffocate, the springtime air held no magic. I did not know the depths of sadness, or of joy, until I had loved with all of me, and lost it all in turn. The world around me is grey... Continue Reading →

Babel’s Ladder

When I sit to write I choke. My hands, not needing an excuse, cramp, tingle and shoot fire through my finger tips as I torture them on these keys. How can I express what I feel today? If I left his entire page blank it would not be enough to convey the emptiness inside of... Continue Reading →

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