Hot Off the Press!

Tomorrow, my Father and Mother are taking me out to prep for the Firebird Festival in town. It’s a Festival in town that celebrates the legend of the Phoenix, where the community comes together to build an enormous wooden bird, sell arts and crafts for the holidays, eat good food, have fun and burn it…

Honey | Stigma Fighters Anthology, Vol. 3 |11•16

I couldn’t comprehend how Spring would bring new life when my heart was still buried in last September, decaying under the memories of you. But, Spring has come and gone and Autumn reigns again, bursting forth colorful displays that remind us all that there is beauty in the breakdown and life in letting go. Like…

Last Call | 11•16

I know why I stayed at the dive bar down the street until last call, despite my better judgement. And by last call, I mean five months too long, not hours. There are no more last calls for me. I said my goodbyes whether they knew it or not. And not many in that bar…

Resume Building 101 – How to Become the #1 Liability for the Job

There’s always a silver lining in our struggles and for me, it happens to be comedic gold. Im not proud of my epic blunders, but I have to find the humor in this. Lately, I’ve been toying around with the idea of updating my resume and practicing answers to the most likely questions asked in…

Memories Faded.

Memories faded as you forgave me for sitting on the fence. The edge of reason becomes a balancing act, but most don’t have the stamina to hold out long enough to see that when you fall, you land safely amongst the trees; only to climb back up and try again. Most don’t know the tricks….

Mental Health Break.

What a refreshing day and night. Rare for me, as most days I’m stuck alone in my head aside from Facebook and in a virtual safe haven, amongst new friends. I had a Mental Health Meeting with my care team about my status, goals and expectations. I wrote them a letter approximately a week ago…

Hey.

There are some nights I dream of reconciliation. Brilliant. Reconciliation. Fireworks. Shooting stars. Crystal clear waters. Sweet embraces. Wealth in the healthiest of forms. Running. Hand in hand. Emracing. Kissing. There are some days my heart cascades and descends to the floor when I see him. Illusion. Delusion? Dream? Husband? Soulmate? Twin Flame? Was it…

Spic-n-Span

I squeezed my toothpaste ’til it all ran out into the sink in one enormous glob of goo, grunting, “Fuck You” under my minty-fresh breath; imagine if you will, that it was all of their throats, at once, being squeezed out ’til their lil’ spic-n-span voices bled out into this grimy, slimy cesspool of existence,…

This Woman’s Work | Poem & Lyrics.

This Woman’s Work | Poem Elizabeth __________ Of all the things we should have been, we should have been You & Me; ourselves, through thick and thin and living like this for them to see. But the wind turned from North to South and the rains fell sideways through time and space; what a range…

You Are Not Alone | timshel

Cold is the water It freezes your already cold mind Already cold, cold mind And death is at your doorstep And it will steal your innocence But it will not steal your substance But you are not alone in this And you are not alone in this As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold…