I hate my job so I write at work. Which I guess mean that I technically get paid to write, qualifying me as a professional author. BRB updating resume.
I hate my job so I write at work. Which I guess mean that I technically get paid to write, qualifying me as a professional author. BRB updating resume.
TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE
It comes from within and swells outward. It feels like fire, smoldering at times or raging, but, at any rate, still burning. And like fire, it carries with it the same need for fuel. It swells outward in your stomach lining, leaving embers or ashes. It swells outward in your chest, consuming your heart. It beats exponentially. It beats into your swelling muscles. The...
An imagination unconfined
And undisturbed by ceaseless time
Is something rare indeed to find
As we start to age
When someone offers up for trade
Youth and wonder for an 8 hour day
The mind can seem to be unmade
Replaced by obligation
I reflect back on the youthful me
And my current daily drudgeries
Until there’s something bitter in me
And I put the thought away
What on earth, is...
Oh to be one of the lucky ones whose mind can ignore the cacophony of everyday life among a species that seems to value sound to silence. You know the ones. The ones who look strangely at you when you tell them the air conditioning blower is driving you crazy. “Just ignore it” they say. Lucky ones indeed.
In my present setting there are three televisions airing different programs at the same vol...
There’s a overwhelming sense of helplessness when the mood sets in. When life becomes a little too much to bare but you’re unable to unburden yourself because the ceaselessness of time doesn’t leave room for rest. The show must go on. And it is a show. This is a role. You won’t win any awards for it, there is no applause, there is no ceremony to it all (although the word ‘ritual’ certainly feels f...
The man in the rain
Will devour your brain
And leave you as just a shell
He arrives on the scene
Every wet Halloween
From the dankest pit in hell
So keep track of the weather
And all stick together
And please stay out of the storm
So you can eat your candy
All fine and dandy
In your home, safe and warm...
“Another fucking day of this” Ronald thought as the facility alarm woke himself and the other unfortunate lab rats from their sleeping pods. “I just wanted some free god damn fries, maybe a burger or something, I didn’t think I’d win the million bucks, I just wanted to collect the damn pieces for some free food. God knows I’ve given this place enough of my money over the course of my life.”
Rona...