https://www.huffpost.com/entry/david-turner-odessa-evil-prayer-violent-video-games-mass-shooting_n_5d6c4814e4b0110804510ea7 Video games do not cause people to become more prone to violence. This is not my opinion, just a statement of fact. There is zero evidence to support this Republican speaking point. People are dying so often in mass shootings that it's something I expect to see every day on my news-feed, and that's … Continue reading Another mass shooting, and another idiot placing the blame on video games. This guy and those who also subscribe to this bullshit are cowards.
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“I am the Ocean, and you are my sandy shore, so are my tides trying to run away, or simply something lost returning home?”
Her scent is reminiscent Of warm autumn draft, And as her late October Finds purchase under dead bark, Every leaf left to me Can do nothing else But shrivel up into kindling And obediently burn.
I want to hurt me, to prove that you were nothing special. I want you to see my scars, so I can scream “See?! I don’t need you to break me! I can do it just fine all alone!”
I’ll hold out for tonight, The same as every night, But I swear this time tomorrow I’ll be better, I’ll be whole. It’s not that I enjoy lying But it’s the only thing I own; My words are still my words, Even if they have no home. So while everything is burning I’ll keep pretending … Continue reading I want to hurt me, to prove that you were nothing special. I want you to see my scars, so I can scream “See?! I don’t need you to break me! I can do it just fine all alone!”
“Etch these words into my skin so I may never forget; I steal my light as a paper moon, only glowing after sunset.”
He creeps into your mind At the most inopportune times, Stealing away precious brain cells And holding in the CO2 That you’ve built up in your veins. Whatever warmth you had Seeps out through your open chest, Replacing the justified anger With docile tones And heavy shakes. You feel leaks, tiny pin pricks, Along all … Continue reading “Etch these words into my skin so I may never forget; I steal my light as a paper moon, only glowing after sunset.”
I’m less than garbage, less than dirt. The lowest of the low…I’m truly the definition of a scummy, wasted, worthless existence.
~I’m sorry Mom~ You raised me with nothing but love and care. You were so small, but I haven’t met anybody who can match your strength. A day never went by where I didn’t get at least one hug from you. But I stole something from you. With every hug, I was betraying your trust … Continue reading I’m less than garbage, less than dirt. The lowest of the low…I’m truly the definition of a scummy, wasted, worthless existence.
“Draw from me all that you need, I won’t deny you a single thing. Just promise that when you’re feeling okay, someday, you’ll come back for me.”
I regret a lot of things. I regret not getting into bitcoin when it was just starting up. I regret going to college for a degree in Accounting when I hate all things business. I regret not upgrading my popcorn to a large bucket at the movies last week, and using my savings to purchase … Continue reading “Draw from me all that you need, I won’t deny you a single thing. Just promise that when you’re feeling okay, someday, you’ll come back for me.”
“You accepted my love so easily, but in the end, when it mattered most, I was a burden, so you couldn’t be bothered with me.”
I went from a warm soul to a body consumed by wildfire, and I can’t be sure why I set myself on fire to begin with.
August has arrived, and with it a more relaxed mood for my self reflections.
I was so caught up in the rush, I didn’t bother to think about it at all. I wanted to ride this wave, to live in the fast lane, to never lose the wind blowing through my hair. I wanted it all so badly...that I never noticed. Well, more like I refused to acknowledge the … Continue reading August has arrived, and with it a more relaxed mood for my self reflections.
I don’t know why I bother.
It’s 85 degrees outside, and the air in this old office isn’t what you’d call “top notch”, so my shirt is sticking to my chair, and my shirt sleeve is stained with forehead sweat. I walked in, sat down, and the heat made me sick within minutes. I’ve been up to empty my guts 3 … Continue reading I don’t know why I bother.
The difference between a hope and a wish
I hope for things that have yet to come, and I wish I could go back and change everything. I’m nothing but a mess of what ifs, weighed down by a mountain of could have beens, and underneath it all is nothing but an ugly husk of questionable, molting moralities. Hoping is bullshit. It’s what … Continue reading The difference between a hope and a wish
That little light from your lampshade 