The smile is the one the guys at the fire department threw around for me to test its durability. I will be talking our community center soon about having wheelchair play dates on a regular basis at the handicap accessible … Continue reading
I’ve been riding around town in my wheelchair collecting gift cards, coupons, and other tokens of appreciation for the wives and kids of the Moore Police Department.
On August 2nd, I’m throwing them a party.
I thought you were never going to disappear.
I thought you loved me too;
At least in some weird way.
I thought we were meant to be.
If only for a moment.
We needed each other.
Guess we don’t anymore.
Or do we?
I guess I’ll never know
Or will I?
The choice is yours.
I’ll always love you.
But I’m tired of always being the one
To reach out,
To miss you,
To think about us
If there ever was an us
Perhaps you were a figment of my imagination all along
Never really real.
I stay awake.
If you are out there
More than my imagination.
More than my daydream.
More than your words
On a screen
In my hand
And in my heart.
I love the fantasy I have of you.
I love that you don’t actually see me.
There is something so beautiful about a world freed from reality.
I can be myself, without being my total self.
It is beautiful
Sometimes in my dreams I can run. Like any normal person, playing in the sun. I wake up feeling stiff and sore, And for a moment I believe it’s nothing more Than all that running from last night. Then … Continue reading
I’m trying to heal. To see myself as I really am, Instead of through the skewed lense I am accustomed to. The lense of worthlessness The lense of sharp criticism, so detailed it must be true, Right? When did … Continue reading
Prisoner A prisoner to no man. To no woman. My body is my sadistic captor. It thrives on my humiliation. It writhes in ecstasy as I languish with pain. It forces me to acknowledge the chains it binds me with. … Continue reading
The anniversary of the devastation our town faced a few years ago is rapidly coming up. I am organizing a flash mob/dance party on May 21. The plan is for me to dance around town like normal till
I reach the new 711, the one on 4th and telephone road, at which point people can join me and dance from 711 to the Lowes parking lot where we will hang out, talk, etc.
It is a “live until you die” celebration. The people who lost their lives that day probably did not realize that would be their last day. Likewise, we don’t know which day will be our last, so let’s celebrate living until we die.
I think when we meet at Lowes, we could have an open mic where people can tell their stories, share fond memories of lost loved ones, etc. in between music and laughter and dancing.
I understand this is a sensitive subject for all of us who live in Moore, and I’d appreciate hearing any thoughts or concerns on this idea. Thanks!
By losing your mind. Multiple Sclerosos reminds me that I never really owned it to begin with.