Just another silly author who publishes deeply personal literature regarding mental health and the human condition
No Longer the Villain Father, // you are no longer the villain // or the man I once loathed: // wishing for gouged-out eyes // when you’d explicitly // kiss my mother // in the…Continue Reading
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is a habit.” — Will Durant (summarizing Aristotle)
Bloodlust I am passive; I can’t express my anger. it bottles up to burst; I put myself in danger. I can’t rely on self-harm: that never worked, but what is even stranger, is that despite the…Continue Reading
“At its crux, OCD treatment is about learning to live with the discomfort of uncertainty.” - Jeff Bell
Pursuit of Perfection my mind plays tricks on me: slaving over some standard I can never achieve. it’s true! and all too believable. I am obsessive and compulsive. insert the expletive! ’cause I too avoid…Continue Reading
She said, "Boo!" and scared my demons away
Where I Was Then and Where I Am Now I’ve accomplished things over the past two and one-half years that I once thought were impossible. I’ve essentially replaced the words “I can’t” with “I can.”…Continue Reading
Every day is a sleepy struggle
My Best Days Have Yet to Come I see a scattered mind that posts & clicks online: ailing from imposter syndrome; despising his own inventions simply because he created them. I am this man! unhurried:…Continue Reading
Life is about being comfortably uncomfortable
Passionate Poetry About Life’s Journey “Aminals” is a silly ten-year-old poem. It’s about being the best version of yourself. Just as iguanas are rarely philosophical, few alpacas have explored the world’s depths. Regardless, most of…Continue Reading
An overwhelming desire to no longer mask the pain
When I Hate Myself the urge to cut even 15 years later, anxiously persists. desperate in those moments: I sob and moan. I plead with God. for oh – how sometimes I wish that with…Continue Reading
Intrusive thoughts don't make the person
Caveman Contemplations though sick – I am true, brave & proud to admit that my gruesome hideously invasive & cave dwelling id … now only sometimes gouges me, soullessly, like ripping me from under astonished…Continue Reading
Love yourself as you love others
Golden we contest and bloom exceptional golden plumes even in death-soaked sadness Everett embrace your children and raise them near to the sun shield them with teachings and love About Golden and Everett These poems…Continue Reading
Peak but don't stare into the past
An Inner Monologue I leapt with nothing or was it something? into the arms of the man who appraises my worth and guides me through this age-old curse; forever enthralled by the sound of love songs.…Continue Reading
