Cathartic Art

You ever feel like there’s too many words running about your brain?

So many that it’s unstoppable: the overwhelmment, the pain?

And then you write them down one by one with care… 37 more words


Let's Talk About Pseudo-Religion

I had, not an adventure, but a ways of it yesterday. I got up early, at least considering my recent sleep habits, and went – a go-getter a friend’s mother would call me. 429 more words

Daily Posts

It Always Goes Back To The Beginning

“Philosophy cannot soothe my soul, but in the mirror the Truth will be known…”

No matter how many brilliant ideas I eloquently express, and no matter how many uniquely profound Truths I reveal to the universe in intricate detail, and bathe Myself within, I remain a savage brute. 317 more words



So, I was just sitting and chilling. Recently, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands, thanks to a lot of cleansing that I did of my mind. 301 more words


The Art of Living with Parents

I can’t imagine what being a parent must feel like. Sure, it’s not a walk in the park but what I feel is that being a child is even harder, especially when you’re not a child anymore. 569 more words


Peace Pipes

A poem that was outlined in a diary I almost threw away. I just decided to page through the journal entries and on page four this rang true with me.

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lessons from loneliness

“Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape. I’m God’s lonely man… my life has taken another turn again.The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. 587 more words