It would be so easy
to hate right now. But I am choosing not to. However, it may not be for the noblest reasons. I can’t give blessings and wish the best from the bottom of my heart; there are still emotions rattling around in there that I can’t quite settle, and they’re getting in the way. But I also can’t simply write off and give the proverbial middle finger to what was once such a big...
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS
Just a few minutes ago, I was playing this song on...
Of all the things I love, I love to love most of all; nothing is more enjoyable, everything else in the world I enjoy is just derivative of this simple desire. I turn to music when I yearn to love, but can’t find anything tangible in my life worth loving / able to openly love (see: unrequited). That may be the beauty of creative expression. Once you’ve created a creation, it’s...
Happy Birthday, America. For you, a poem.
JULY 3RD, 9:37 PM Fireworks are for the Fourth, every American redblood knows. So why, nine at night on the Third, did some American man Gather them up in his arms like a child hoarding twigs from playground dirt, Set them down and point their cone-tipped faces at an unprepared sky, Then burn their tails, forcing them to flower and pop prematurely When every American knows that fireworks are for...
…Can’t be letting those dime pieces go, man.– Truth doesn’t need to be flowery to be taken to heart.