Why Am I Crying?

A.K.A. “Dragons?!?!!!!” — December 31, 2021 …it’s been a f*king year, hasn’t it? Ups and downs, highs and lows, just like any other year, really. I had to take a break from writing for a bit over the past few months. I had lost my spark, for whatever reason, and every time I sat down to…

An Open Journal Entry — I think it’s time for me to start being open and honest about my feelings on here. Being open about my life only when it’s good is a terrible thing to do. If I’m doing that, I’m wearing a mask. I’ve been striving to stop wearing masks and letting the…

A Poem — Looking back on the lives I’ve lived Within this eternal lifetime One in particular stands out When I was engaged to crime Alone, cold, sleepy and stoned It was the worst of my life There were others on the ride The same daily struggle and strife I’m going to stop! But…

It’s not necessarily a problem — Maybe I like the fight The challenge of everything falling apart The putting-my-foot-down and saying “I am in control of my life!” Maybe I know exactly what I’m doing Even though my actions say otherwise The ones that you dismiss as the antics of a raving lunatic Maybe I should…

Your time is limited — The Blue Iris of another day, pointed in my direction as I attempted to save a life As I stomped down the stairs toward the pained shouting I couldn’t help but feel the glare of the observer, the harshest gaze The scene came into view: a man on the floor face blue as…

A short story and poem — Betrayal of the cruelest kind Usually happens from behind Not this time, you were quite brave Attack! From the front as I exited the cave I should have known, yet didn’t believe Your soothing words weren’t a reprieve It was a trap, and one most vicious When I emerged rather…

No lone pairs — Floating through the solvent Searching for a mate All the other acids find their bases Acetic acid, neutralized Sodium Acetate My valence shell is full I don’t do covalent shares No need for a reaction As I have no lonely pairs Electron clouds brim with energy Which the proton’s trap ensnares I…

Possession, Age 5 — He woke to the sounds of a thunderstorm Beating away at the serenity of the city Battered and bruised, his mind asleep It called him from down the stairs He was pulled from his bed By an unseen force Afraid of the dark He was weary But the malevolent psychopath’s…