Trigger warning: suicide When my dad committed suicide, I was thirteen years old. He didn’t write any notes, he was an alcoholic who frequently got in fights with my mom during drunken nights, threatened suicide, told her he couldn’t live without her. a stubborn and proud man, but by the end of the he night …
Tag Archives: magic
After the world
I’m rewriting my past, And repaving my path To the future May habits no longer Hold me back. I am one of the lucky ones One of the ones who carries scars Like a name on a cross or a house Marks, on a humans skin Like shooting stars. I am not sorry this time …
Self medicating:
Why is self medication So wrong Unless it’s meditation? Alcoholics with their bottles Me with my bong Do I draw a line at the needle? Do I write it out of my song? I haven’t touched one I won’t, But that doesn’t mean I don’t Feel the need To get higher To escape sometimes From …
A love story confused for a horror story: the human deception
Can I recognize movement As something more than Predator/prey mentality? Recognize movement for the moment it is, being in the present, able to perceive more than just my own being. Is it possible? Yes. To truly rip from ones ego, Probable, no But I like my odds I always have And if it’s luck it’s …
Continue reading “A love story confused for a horror story: the human deception”
Secret to staying
Is there Some secret To staying That keeps itself At arms reach From me? Will I be running Forever? If the secret to staying Exists I’m begging to know. A secret to staying Sounds A little bit Drastic But I assure you It absolutely is. This is My entire life And I am afraid I …
Bloom:
I have a lot of growing to do: I stretch out to the sun I drink water I smile in the mirror I breathe: intentionally. I move, find rhythm, and stop losing the beat. I ponder a million things. For the first time in my life I know who I am. I feel strong, The …
You are asleep and I…
I am a bird Figuratively not Literally In the way that I Both Love and hate To be bound To be caged. I am a bird Figuratively not literally In the way that I I long to stretch my wings To fly but the moment The cage opens I clip my own wings To stay …
dreaming pt 1
I will still live.
My light will carry me
Through oceans i will swim.
I’ll laugh in the valley of darkness
And I’ll dance across the cliffs.
Dreaming again
I had that dream again last night. You know the one. Where I’m trying to stop the bad guy from winning But I don’t know what he hasn’t won And I don’t know what he wants I know I have help I know I’m not alone But I know I’m also in a place That …
If you see Dorothy
If you see Dorothy, Can you just Tell her that I’m not in Kansas anymore, And I’ve never had more faith. Out of all of the yellow brick roads along the way nobody ever told me Which one was my one path to take. So if you see Dorothy, Tell her I’m doing fine. Tell …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 