I'm planning on writing my success story.  I guess I'll start by becoming successful. 

He had a self proclaimed obsession with things that were strange and vast, similar to an ocean. This clearly had manifested itself in the living room.  Diving deep enough into the couch cushions held promise of off beat treasures or misplaced cargo.  Due to Joan's fear of the sea she concluded that Thursday meetings be restricted to her apartment ( Read more... )

The spiders of insecurity had breeded and multiplied.  They spread all over her body like parasites cornering any good thoughts that were created in her brain and then feeding from those until they diminished to a pale gray shadow.  In the morning she'd look in the mirror and attempt to brush the spiders from her hair.  Yet there was never any ( Read more... )

A grave sense of responsibility has come over me. I know everything has almost clicked but i also know where exactly the rough spots still exist.  I'm smoothing them out.

Change will have found me at the end of some dark hallway, quivering blindly, stuck in some moment that seemed never ending.
Change will adopt me into it's lair.

Then change will ( Read more... )

Pick like a bird.

Dave called me at 2 am last night.  I was too groggy to remember the conversation but I know it was short lived.  He seemed sad, I don't remember if I was sympathetic to that or not.  I don't want to feel responsible and I don't want him to feel responsible for me anymore.  he's not, im not, we're not.  There's still more unlearning to do here even ( Read more... )

I think I may have deciphered the pattern and that everything will be okay from now on.  I've created something solid within me.  Something heavy which can't be removed, or tumbled over easily.  Life is what you make it and perspective is everything.

change the framing.

My mouth
Open like a red wound
Needs to be addressed and cared for
Or else the infection will spread to my heart

My artistic qualities are starving.  Feed.  Feed.  Feed.  No more stagnating!!!!  I wish I didn't work today. Sometimes I NEED to create.

She never spoke a word of the claws that lived inside her head.  And in her silence she wondered if other girls had fallen asleep in the lions den.  Without her warning to heed there was no signs to shed light to unsuspected prey.   Her forgotten silver necklace still dangled from above the dirty bed.  The only other thing knowing that he had been ( Read more... )