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I am the author of my own life.

I am the writer behind my own mind.

I am the string and I am the knife; 25 more words


Snippet of 'Human Condition'

Feeling like dust waiting to be distributed you assault the decanter, repeatedly.
You need the drink.

You also need a pack of cigarettes, scented candles and a scolding bubble bath but you don’t have the energy to run the water or to make yourself presentable enough to take a walk to the shops. 91 more words


A Month In...

So, I’ve been taking these medications for a month now. I just upped the Zoloft dosage from 25mg to 50mg this past Thursday. Honestly, it may be too soon, but I think the 50 is better than the 25. 301 more words


The death of good intentions

I crush tablets beneath a spoon and remark on how even remedies turn to dust
if you apply just the right amount of pressure.

I hang my head because I forgot to live a little and now time’s slipping, 80 more words


Crying Over Cracked Eggs

I have been a pretty tough and optimistic cookie lately. You know the old “power though, I am tough, it could be worse” method…I have even kept my mouth relatively shut vs confrontation (shocking, I know). 484 more words

Let's Be Serious


Wasteful wanting left in abandon.
The forgotten years remain in the salt.
Carefree caresses are a stand-in.
The weary heart remains at fault.

Hellish headaches aren’t only hazards. 20 more words


Only Human

Smoke extinguished

smells like birthday candles

from a cigarette

The salt in my tears helps

                                    burn the wound

remind me I’m

Life ticks by… 23 more words