These are the words


Haunting my brain

Making me wonder if I am insane

Screaming so loudly but still trapped inside

Raping the feelings I’m trying to hide

Lifting me up then dragging me down

I wear them like they are the thorns in my crown

Piercing and painful yet bitterly true

Is scary what these little words can do

Blocked


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I promise that I really tried

To take my readers on a ride.

To keep them spellbound with suspense

To write in conflict and keep it tense.

I tried to write some sad stuff too

Make them believe it could be true.

Tried to write some witty verse

But I must be under some sort of curse

Because each time I start to write,

The words refuse to come into site.

I’m left staring at a blank page

More annoyed than full of rage.

I simply want to write a bit.

This feeling makes me want to quit.

So instead of trying to get it done.

I’ll write a poem just for fun.

So there! You mental blocking jerk!

Writing shouldn’t be so much work.

What to do when you realize you are an idiot:


In light of recent events, I am re-posting this as a reminder to myself. First and most importantly; don’t panic. 98.875% of the world’s population will come to this realization at some point in their lives. If you don’t think … Continue reading

Love


I love the moonlight, and long for it to caress my naked skin.

I love intelligent conversations with anyone.

I love orgasms. Don’t you?

I love that feeling you get when flirting.

I love the taste of fresh pineapple.

I love dreaming.

I love being capable of doing things.

I love the sound and smell of rain.

I love dancing in my wheelchair (now if I could just come up with some better moves).

I love being valued.

I love the way my kids light up my life.

I love being the town cripple.

I love being able to cry without judgement.

I love words, and the fact that they can reach across miles and touch your very soul.

I love baths.

I love weed a little too, just saying.

I love the adventures my mind goes on, even though my body doesn’t cooperate.

I love Blue Bunny Birthday Party ice cream.

I love writing something that gets me wet.

I love the taste of freedom.

Lots of fish…


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Once upon a time there was a fish.

One fish in the sea of millions.

The thing that makes this fish tale different,

Is that this fish didn’t know  how to swim.

She tried.

She tried so hard.

To be like the other fish.

To “fly” through the water.

The other fish made it look easy.

The same water that lifted everyone else,

Was suffocating, heavy, immobilizing.

A few fish tried to help.

To teach her how to swim

No use.

She couldn’t swim.

Eventually she stopped trying.

She wasn’t strong enough.

At least she wasn’t in her mind’s eye.

So she drifted.

So she fell.

So she drowned.

But don’t be sad…

There are lots of fish in the sea.