We all have demons we struggle with. Fear of them taking control. And sometimes they do. And sometimes it feels good after we’re done with our fear.
Pained finger. Cracks and snaps. Deep breaths to get over it. Get it over with. Nausea at the pit of my stomach. Monstrous transformation I’ve undergone. Malice I begun with. Could use a gun, but the pop would make it too real. I don’t want to run. Craving the numbness. Read More
Tight grip, I squeeze. Thought bubbles surface. Words in silence. Boiling water hides the violence. Struggles to keep inside. Hopes to hide. Hopes to die. Tears roll down red eyes. Lingering moments that don’t go by. Branded images. Back of the mind. Persistent twists of liquid mist obscuring things. Rage filled. Caged and ill. Killed will power. Standing still, towers, tall build. Showers of blood ripple. Screaming “enough.” Chilled spine. Raised hairs. Tunnel vision. Blinded sight. Regrets but no want to fight. Sensations that feel right to relieve the pint up aggression. Repression released in the middle of…
Say a lost cellphone lead to lost contact information when we cross paths.
It tends to take me a while to realize leftover strings were tangled around me.
They go unnoticed for weeks as I go about my day tugging them.
This is why lying is a sin.
Lucky for me, I didn’t.
About you… Well.
There’s no guilt when both players agree to put all the cards on the table before the game.
When the other player holds cards back and still loses, it’s almost a karmic high.
It’s an ironic plot twist from their point of view. Read More
I've decided to start sharing more about myself. Nothing too person, rather, just my thoughts and opinions instead of having a voiceless objective outlook at all times. I'm aware that true objectivity is impossible and now I'd like to give you a small taste of how my mind works so that my posts have more of a tone when you read them. I plan to do this by breaking down some of my likes and dislikes!
By Jack Thomas Read More
Heartbreak is a natural part of the adult progression. Whether it's in love or generally in life, you'll experience humbling moments. Many of these moments will be easy to get over, but others, like a breakup, can last for the rest of your days.Here is a piece about having to let go of love. About heartbreak. About getting to know yourself.
I go through certain periods of psychosis in which the voices make my choices.
I write in circles. I blind myself to reality and formulate strange incoherent, inconsistent, persistent, and dissonant insistent… thoughts.
I thought I was something I’m not. I rot inside because my façade is all I’ve got.
I’ve got no image. Through my imagined magic I manage majesty. Anxiously, I go on. Apathy naturally pushes me gracelessly to move forward sluggishly.
I own nothing. A walking lie.
I try and try, but there isn’t a real me. There isn’t someone there to see. So I write.
I write. Understand, I don’t know why. I don’t understand. All I know is to try.
I’ve become… Read More