Author: taylorfinn0810

I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.

If I was never aiming to accomplish anything, then by definition I couldn’t fail, right? I guess logic isn’t one of my strong suits.

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I’ve been here before; That point where my wrist twists at the touch of pen to paper. My body yearns for a release into words, For that is the only time I’ve ever felt..whole. Yet, once before, this very same stutter did occur. I was falling, drowning, every other analogy for dead on my feet. … Continue reading If I was never aiming to accomplish anything, then by definition I couldn’t fail, right? I guess logic isn’t one of my strong suits.

Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.

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Pierced through my skin, as sudden as a hornet’s sting, The lingering sensation left on my hands by his stroke. My lips wither outside of his taste; O does my body know How to turn desire into true demand. What once was a wish now boils in my blood, Looms over my waking dreams, cradles … Continue reading Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.

You know what they say, a little rain never hurt anybody, so I’ll be just fine. Trust me. 

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Umbrellas are supposed to be used to keep a person dry in the rain. Okay, so to be very specific,  they are just tools to be used to keep things under them dry in the event of a downpour. In this scenario that would be you, which includes but is not limited to, your hair … Continue reading You know what they say, a little rain never hurt anybody, so I’ll be just fine. Trust me. 

Fresh snow shining in the morning Sun is a view I’ll never grow tired of.

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I want you to fall in love with me The same way the flower falls in love With the rising of the sun on the Eastern shores, Those Boston winters capping the cold buds, A dark center, kept to itself, Until it unfurls with a moment Of spring time winds and morning mist; Fall in … Continue reading Fresh snow shining in the morning Sun is a view I’ll never grow tired of.

A quarter century has passed, and I don’t want this to be everything, but another day has gone by, and that empty bottle of pills feels like the only thing I can hold onto.

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I think my subconscious is trying to force my throat shut so I can’t keep downing these pills like fucking skittles. Haha, jokes on me, I’ve spent my entire life forcing bullshit out of my mouth, so forcing some more shit back down? It’s easy as 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, … Continue reading A quarter century has passed, and I don’t want this to be everything, but another day has gone by, and that empty bottle of pills feels like the only thing I can hold onto.

I can file my own taxes, change my own oil, and make my own dentist appointments; all sure signs I’m a “real adult.”

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Nobody just becomes an adult because they want to. Sure, people can try to be an adult, but really it’s not something you can control. One day you’re a kid and the next that’s all over and you are an adult. It’s not sad or painful, at least not all the time, but it’s not … Continue reading I can file my own taxes, change my own oil, and make my own dentist appointments; all sure signs I’m a “real adult.”

It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.

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She does a worn soul good, like campbells chicken soup On a stormy, chilly day pent up all alone In this place we call November, Ohio. She brings back the heat to the center of your body And you can feel it radiate to the tips of your frosty toes Until time flies, until eyes … Continue reading It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.

The words and opinions of others mean much more to me than my own. It’s why I write and write and write; so I can read about the kind of person I’m growing into. 

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I stopped listening to the words on this page, so I can’t really tell when they started to betray me. A lifetime lost in pages, it’s insane to look back and not recognize the person that wrote all of those lines. It’s such a drawn out fall, so gradual a slope that nobody would ever … Continue reading The words and opinions of others mean much more to me than my own. It’s why I write and write and write; so I can read about the kind of person I’m growing into. 

I get to work before the sun is up, and I leave work after it has already set, and I don’t even think I care anymore.

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The Sun is only romanticized as setting or rising, yet most of life will be experienced in between. A setting Sun bathes the horizon, outlining the nearby nimbus in blood orange as if stealing inspiration from love gone awry. The rising Sun is a steady blossom, curtailed by early morning commutes and excuses for running … Continue reading I get to work before the sun is up, and I leave work after it has already set, and I don’t even think I care anymore.