"I was born something "
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Staring at the clock I feel overwhelmed. Perhaps that isn’t the right word, or rather not the right phrasing. Staring into the face of the clock, a traditional one at that, I feel an overwhelming flood of indescribable feelings. To label the display of a clock as its face has always been an interesting thing to me, a random naming choice that's possessed my mind. A face. It suggests I am staring ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
You ever feel like all anyone is doing is lookin’ down on you? I stare out at the pavement as the lines blur beneath me, then behind me, just to be in front again. You ever know what it’s like to look at others and feel inferior? I hold onto the door tight, willing myself not to fly out, wondering why not. I wonder if they get it, if they feel how I feel when I look at them. If they feel how I fee... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
You ever feel like all anyone is doing is lookin’ down on you? I stare out at the pavement as the lines blur beneath me, then behind me, just to be in front again. You ever know what it’s like to look at others and feel inferior? I hold onto the door tight, willing myself not to fly out, wondering why not. I wonder if they get it, if they feel how I feel when I look at them. If they feel how I fee... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I bite needlessly into the cherry in my hand. Needless in that it filled me not of substance, but grave disinterest. Grave in that I feel my body dying with each breath. Dying in that I was quickly losing resolve. Resolvie in that I was largely contemplating suicide. So I stared at the bowl before me, more its contents than its form, which was nothing to behold than a ceramic piece meant for meal... » Continue Reading
Category: Books and Stories
I recently finished a book, Axiom's End by Lindsay Ellis. It was an absolutely gorgeous read, and truthfully, a deeply necessary one. The book centers a character Cora, whose father is wanted for espionage after leaking details of First Contact by the US government. Cora eventually meets the esteemed alien, Ampersand, and becomes his "translator" due to a device he implanted to allow himself to s... » Continue Reading
Category: Blogging
I feel so pathetic venting. It's like I'm forcing someone else to bear my problems, assuming they'll completely sympathize with me. Doing this feels wrong. I feel so empty lately, the more I go through life the less real I feel. Even that seems like an exaggeration. I'm done I think » Continue Reading
Category: Blogging
Today I hadn't slept until 6am, not to my own accord, but due to a sticking feeling of excitement. My sleep was horribly interrupted and hard to keep myself in. When I woke up, after a bit I became effected again. My chest started to feel airy, yet compact as well. I was tired in that same conflicting way. I laid to sleep, yet couldn't seem to get a proper sense of comfort. Every noise was too lou... » Continue Reading
Category: Blogging
It's raining today and I find myself occupied with thoughts of where I lie in the "grand scheme" of things. It's a funny suggestion, that there's truly more to everything than merely every aspect of my life and thought. Regardless of this, as I try to catch more sleep on a eerily rainy day, I find myself reminiscing on old childish hopes. The first being, "I wish to graduate valedictorian." As if ... » Continue Reading
Category: School, College, University
Every since schools ended for the summer I've slipped back into very poor habits. I barely ate yesterday, and spent hours asleep on an empty stomach today after being up for hours the night before. The only things that keep me on some kind of schedule is always being responsible for my nephews bedtime, and the chance to talk to my girlfriend the following day. There's a lot of things that aren't g... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I open my eyes To an overly bright sun And am overcome with a sense of Dread My head hurts again I navigate my day Mouth overflowing with With countless complaints Of pains, pains, and pains My chest hurts again I look into the eyes of those Around my seemingly broken body And see the deep disgust And contempt of their gaze M » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I will live my Predicably short life With the horrifying understanding That all my problems Are preventable Yet always seem Unavoidable » Continue Reading
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