Not Your Choice, Not Your Fault There are a lot of things in the world we cannot control. The seasons, the weather, the weekend (I am sure we wish we could). These things and many more can have some effect on our daily lives, if we allow them too. Then there are other things in … Continue reading Choices
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Strife
Terror grips a young man's mind. A smile; a mask he hides behind. Darkness spreads out like roots, Joy is stamped out by another's boots. Marked as a "bad kid", A kettle; about to pop it's lid. Emotions blend into a mess. Anger = happiness. I fill the void with whatever I can. Danger and … Continue reading Strife
1,000 Thank You’s
I just wanted to write up a quick post. Honestly I woke up today not even wanting to write, but I saw this and it made me happy. I wrote a piece of flash fiction this morning, but I had to take a moment to write this up. Thank you to everyone for the support. … Continue reading 1,000 Thank You’s
Monday Morning – Flash Fiction
He stares at me from in between the door frame. Eyes staring daggers into my soul. One kick of his muscular leg and I go careening down the stairway. Hands helplessly clawing at the walls, as my feet betray my desire to stand. The air rushes out of my lungs as I collide with the … Continue reading Monday Morning – Flash Fiction
The Void
Sometimes on the darkest day, When light is but a fading thought. I sit upon the edge of you, Wondering if this is all for naught. Your beauty is truly sublime. You offer is hard to resist. An escape from the subprime, Where redemption may still exist. Your whispers smell of sweet decay, Staring down … Continue reading The Void
Joker
As funny as it seems, To crush other people’s dreams. Your no kidder... You’re always messing with my mind, But everyone is blind. Every words a lie, But no one bats an eye. Your everyone’s favorite clown, But you always bring me down. Down, Down, Down... In sorrow I drown. Only one thing left to … Continue reading Joker
An Instant – Haiku
The world goes sideways. Everything falls to pieces. Left with broken shards.
Abuse
Slap! The force knocks me back. Snap! Brittle bone start to crack. Pop! Joints feel on fire. Stop! Told I am a filthy liar.
Muted
Screaming, eyes tearing. Lungs contracting and burning. Neurons firing, but no response. Fight for what? Flight to where? Decisions, decisions. No choice. No voice. Static on an old T.V. Freedom on the horizon. But something taken, can never be.
Healing
Time to heal, The scars are worn. The pain was real, My mind is torn. People see me, judge me, hurt me. Then they simply walk away. They stain my mind, guessing blindly. Their words and actions lead me astray. Compulsively straining to understand, I feel like a foreigner in a strange land. Confused and … Continue reading Healing
One Regular Dad 