Only Death Will Force Me To Forget

Traumatic memories are very important to maintain and to consistently relive. They must be kept vivid and vibrant, and used to nourish the Self-universe, within the horrific light of Truth. 1,144 more words


Hemlock Realities

Some times,

Fantastic fantasy grabs ahold

Leaving nothing but this mirrored,

Narrowed view,

While separating one

Onto a mountain top,

With a back drop painted with well intentions. 126 more words


Yes, Mister! I Am Not Good Enough!

(a rather blunt and direct rendezvous with dear mind..)

Ok, yes.

So, I accept, I am not good enough!

Yes, I am not good enough a body you might usually be lusting after – none of the lanky legs and carrot waists and pear taut pink small breasts you might fantasize about, and keep exemplifying before me, making me feel like an undesirable, unfeminine piece of flesh. 1,832 more words

Mental Health

It's all about me

Or so some believe. Recently, I have been called selfish, self-centered, callous, unfeeling, and unsympathetic. I have been criticized for going public with my struggles. It’s that whole “Don’t air your dirty laundry” way of thinking, I guess. 304 more words

The Self-realized, Self-made Monster Questions His Parts Inventory

Each of us is a creation of everything that has been done to, everything that has been imposed upon, everything that has either added to,  145 more words


Dark and dreary

Image: geralt (Pixabay)

The night was dark and dreary. His feet pounded the pavement, stirring up musty clouds of acrid smoke, as the water vaporised under the relentless and violent thuds. 71 more words