Just writing up my list and crunching the numbers that mama says won't change for the next twenty years, so get comfortable. She might as well have said: "You'll always be poor, sweetheart, and we all know there ain't no charm in it." Bread winner training for a job his own sick brain won't let … Continue reading Crunching Pride
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Shh. I’m a Bigot.
The world applauds. A mass, a great multitude, millions upon millions clapping, cheering An ocean coming to eat me whole. They've gotten their way through the bigots infecting their nation. Free love for all. Men and men, women and women, can love without prejudice of the law. Bigots... It feels so odd to be staring … Continue reading Shh. I’m a Bigot.
I’m Freaking Tired
I'm tired. Don't tell me to be productive, don't tell me to be successful, don't even tell me I'm wasting my time. I know I am. But I'm freaking tired, so just hand me that remote, TV, Xbox, or otherwise, and let me rot here on this couch like every other loser in this country. … Continue reading I’m Freaking Tired
Hear Me
Hear me. Though all that plays is breeze on leaves, hear me. Hear something about my heart that sets me apart from the rest. But why beg I to God of food and home while children starve and bleed to death in Africa? Or mothers weep for peace from bomb debris in Iran? But hear … Continue reading Hear Me
Social Anxiety
It's being afraid that everyone is getting ready to tell you you're wrong. Wrong in how you think, wrong in what you do, wrong in how you live, wrong in what you believe, wrong in what you know, wrong for just existing, but most of all, wrong for what you feel-- and having no logical … Continue reading Social Anxiety
Been a Long Week
It's been a long week. Spouse is working and sleeping, unable to do little else, and talk of the nation failing to upkeep the morals and notions held so foundly in the days of our fathers. Children raised with parents who are still little more than children themselves. A world in choas. Rumors of war. … Continue reading Been a Long Week
More on Social Anxiety
Every other day or so I forget that I don't like people. And say, "why don't I like them?' As I prance into what I believe is a dream of friendship laughter, circles of multicolor happiness, and pink charm. Funny, how it takes the real deal to remind me: I don't like people For the … Continue reading More on Social Anxiety
Breathe
Come here. Sit at the foot of my bed. The walls are strong, and it's quiet here. You can breathe. Because, I hear, that you hardly get enough air these days, and your poor chest is breaking for breath. So just come here a moment, sit at the foot of my bed, and breathe. Breathe. … Continue reading Breathe
Syrian Toddler Drowns
He had little shoes. Trying to get to a life with food. While my own watches Megamind, swathed in soft cloth. He had little hands. Following with or without Mommy. While my own squeals every time I kiss him too long. He had little legs. Swallowed up in an ocean, and found too late. While … Continue reading Syrian Toddler Drowns
My Muse?
"I will not help you," she said. "You dangle too much on the edge of reality and hope that I'm much too aware of your stupid means." But I already knew I was stupid. Isn't that why I couldn't write tonight? But then again, I never meant her any pink offenses. Even if what I … Continue reading My Muse?
Author T.S. Lowe 