Self-Inflicted Solitaire

Originally dated 12-29-2012 Updated 1-1-2018 Though I still suffer from social anxiety, I’ve made a lot of progress and things are much better since this older post. ________________________________________________________________ Self-Inflicted Solitaire Emptiness lingers on inside, A constant, unyielding pain, Competing with despair that thrives While the blues pour down a drenching rain. A hollow wind storms in my conscious, Acutely aware of what […]

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Metaphor

I am a proofread, amended manuscript. An altered copy of the undesirable original where history was unnecessarily edited: Delete this. Add that. I was broken down into parts, each line, each word, each letter declared this blue-eyed literary initiative all wrong. The authors claimed I was filled with mistakes: disconnected, superfluous, unstructured, fragmented. Each page […]

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Accepting my Unacceptance

I feel moody. I feel like nobody likes me. I feel fat. I feel ugly. I feel disgusting. I feel like saying, ”Physician heal thyself” because I tweet all kinds of positive and inspirational sayings and expressions on Twitter, and I believe them at the time, but later I feel so distant from what I […]

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Where I am From

I am from scattered I love you’s and sometimes hugs To frequent cursing and steady neglect To the occasionally thrown salt shaker aimed at my head I am from a scruffy man who smells like whiskey and drugs Where name calling “twit’ and “brat” are his least offense leaving boo-boo’s and ouch’s on a too-young heart. I am from the mother’s […]

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