People say you write better with a pen and paper at hand;
But I feel comfortable typing away on the computer.
The ideas flow through me like tears at a funeral,
Quick, emotional, and meaningful.


By the time I find a pen to use,
The idea is gone, swept away by distraction.
My subconscious won’t allow me to retain them anymore.
They’re forever lost, deprived of, and void.


Yes being on the computer has its quirks
YouTube, Figment, Facebook, you name it!
Music helps me think, reading helps me develop ideas
But by the time I find a song, I’ve forgotten what it is, I was about to do.


Please scroll down, for I have a poem for you.


The gleams and splints and a tint of a smile,
A tenth of a second, a quarter of a mile.
Pencil to paper, brain to work;
In the depths of your mind, creativity lurks.


Have a nice day folks, and keep writing!

​I insist on making amends. Grudges and judgments do not work anymore. I let go of negativity in order to see and feel the positive energy around me. I have a purpose, a lovely life to live. This hole I once dug myself into…
I shouldn’t have picked up the shovel. I let metal injure soil. Dispersed the nutrients. Exposed carbon. Killed subsurface lives. Broke a strong compound. All for what? A tunnel to China? Hidden treasure? All I saw were dead bodies. All I saw was my heart + brain detached from my body, splattered with soil turned mud from regret.
Now I am repaired. Intact. 110%. Clean of muddy regrets. The hole is filled in, a lump out of place from the smooth landscape. It will take a while to smooth it over. *sigh* Everything takes time.

​The trickiest thing to do when not doing is allowing yourself to breathe.
Sitting still, but your body is still working.
Eyes blinking, chest heaving, digestive system keeping the flow of nutrients going.
It’s not possible. We cannot stop going unless we die.
We cannot stop going until we sigh the last exhale left in our lungs.
No sound. No plea. No more bound to the same Earth as the Black sea.
Unattached and unaffiliated to the world.
But this is not so. We can never not do because to stay alive, our bodies are always doing, moving, and producing.
Let us continue to work in perfect harmony.
Breathe. Sink into life and let it carry you through and through and through.
Until your life is good and through.

He sees me
He watches me
My every move
Within the shadows he lurks nearby
He creeps his arms around my waist
The silk smooth of his voice sifting into my brain through my ears
Luring me
He knows
He knows my movements
My wants and desires
He has them in the palm of his hand
Me, he has me in the palm of his hand
I cannot escape
I do not want to escape
He knows this
I smell his candy sweet breath
I feel his alluring presence billowing like a great cloud around me
I am enshrouded in him
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Heard.
Wanted.
Respected.
Cared for.
Worthy.
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​Good space
Head space
Happy place
I am there now.
 
Bad space
No space
Scary place
I was there then.
 
Clear mind
Content mind
Optimistic thoughts
I have now
 
Messy mind
Restless mind
Obsessive thoughts
I was there then.
 
I saved myself
From drowning
In a sea
Of compulsion and anxiety and self-degradation
 
No
He saved me.
Him who’s kingdom could never be shaken.
Him who’s patience means salvation.
Him who dragged me out the depths of my mind.
 
So deep I couldn’t see two feet in front me
Murky waters surrounding me
 
Now I can breathe in fresh air
And supply my body, mind, soul, and spirit
With the proper care and nutrients, it lacked so much before.
Thank you, God.
 
Because I was truly lost in a cycle.
Grabbing for control of the world
While lacking Self-control
Or even self-appreciation.
 
Desperately trying to gain favor in the eyes of people who
Weren’t for me, just so I could have a sense of friendship.
To feel like someone cared because I didn’t.
But He does.
And I’ve learned that sometimes that’s all that matters.