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Tag: NaBloPoMo

Cabin Fever

Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.

Measured

I am fixated on a situation from long ago. That moment has become the standard of measure. Balance of thought consumed by the trauma. The scale unfairly weighs.

Behind Me

I struggle to sleep. Relaxation and empty thoughts are what I need. I want to dream again. I wander across the moments in my journal, looking for the turning point […]

20-20

I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is […]

Norms

Bad days. Chaos polluting my air. Anxiety restricting my common sense. I am hoping for the better, fighting to prevent the worse.

Midnight

Sanity is slipping — an urge to be unseen — wishes cast into an empty well

After Party

I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered with a hefty price. It’s midnight, and the house is […]

Passing the Time

Defining moments scratched along the surface of unblemished tissue.  Each pockmark flowed like printed stories etched since the beginning of time connecting a journey between fate and destiny.  We witnessed the […]

Tsunami

They told me the water was beautiful. I believed the lie. I couldn’t fathom the depth. I was in over my head.

Passing Through

Our desires on the edge of perception, the fearless hide their inhibition. The tears fall unseen. The pain of redemption is so poignant; the push is inexplicable. Soon, these days […]

Gently

My twisted path. The weight of every step left a deep impression. Every way I took led to a dark revelation. I must gently find my horizon.

Leper

I reached out to God for deliverance. He would not answer. I offered my soul to the Devil in exchange for freedom. He would not take it.

Plain Sight

Morning revelations, illuminating the cracks along the fragile lines.

Restoration

We were wandering; Journey we made, complicated. New path, simplified.

Runaway

It has been a year since the events that led to my demise. The logical decisions resulting in emotional decay. Starting over to find a solution. An education of sorts. […]