Month: December 2017

Thirteen Hours

Thirteen hours: The amount of time it takes To travel from "I love you" To "I have to walk away." Thirteen hours: That number fills my head. What was full of life at noon Was gone, then. It was dead. Thirteen hours: Consistent with my fears. That's how long it takes one's love to simply ...

Thursday

He is never alone, and I understand.

Un-Forgiving

I have reflected, I have thought, About offenses you have wrought and the awful mess of feelings left behind. As I sat up, woken wide, with my thoughts throughout night, An anger woke within my inner light. Altruistic, kind and giving; Though I'm not so unforgiving, For all of this I'm un-forgiving you. You said ...

The Opinions of Pissants

Some people are, in fact, beneath you.

Breathing and Blooming

Breathing and blooming; Cutting and grooming, Pushing and pulling, Thinking and mulling. And simply killing time. Blooming and breathing; Laughing and seething, Debating and thinking, Eating and drinking. And slowly feeling fine. I have been breathing and blooming, I have smiled, no longer assuming That my world is over and done, That no more is ...

Green Switches

I still hark back to simpler times; A time the boys and I defined with Vespene Gas and Spider Mines, reddened eyes, and Ghosts. I remember veterans of Halo 3 would laugh at me for Battle Rifle noobery and using Plasma Swords. I recall the way that others claimed I wasted precious life. A nostalgia ...

The Old Winchester Line

I have driven the old Winchester Line. A road that you are lucky to avoid, the road wherein my heart had been destroyed. I keep driving the old Winchester Line. Each day, I drive the old Winchester Line. With each trip I have slipped into the void, to feel angry, or distressed, or annoyed. Always ...