To be Drowned in the Tide of Tension

The day seems to have stormed in and I seek to harness it, even as I am battered before I can rise. with my brain screaming, “Bow! RETREAT!” I am fueled but the minute failures so small that they cannot be evidenced, only known. And because I know them I do all I can toContinue reading “To be Drowned in the Tide of Tension”

Nevertheless, We Persist, Because That’s How We Grow…

In my experience, people equate persistance with stubbornness but I see some important differences. 1. Stubbornness is a state of mind. When we refuse to adapt, that’s stubborn. In contrast, persistence is a more open term. We keep trying, to understand and accomplish, and we will do get to that point by any number ofContinue reading “Nevertheless, We Persist, Because That’s How We Grow…”

Ride the Waves

The good, the bad, the frightful, the funny, everything moves ang changes. Some people follow the flow of the world easily, whether they started from a better position, or are purely exceptional at the art of rolling with the punches. I lost my psychological and emotional elasticity at age sixteen, and gave myself a beatingContinue reading “Ride the Waves”

Correlating Change

I recently realized that some of the feedback I’ve gotten (repeatedly) on Sickybeat is seriously bothering me. So much so that I have not stopped thinking about it since the last time my “Reader Zero” repeated it. I was stewing over the fact that this feedback was more based on her stylistic preference, which IContinue reading “Correlating Change”

Unexpected Bitter Appreciation

I was dead for a decade I was living death out I hated what I knew With corrosive passion Because I didn’t express pain Until it was crushed out through my dense and boney presentation. I was afraid of what you readers would do. In the name of what I have, and thus, who youContinue reading “Unexpected Bitter Appreciation”


In my most recent post I said that there would be a follow-up! This piece is short, and please enjoy, and leave feedback! Tugging at a Trigger Two hands, two feet enhanced dexterity A mother’s twisted love and a trillion triggers the weight of my short note sets off the illogical verbal barrage and sheContinue reading “Follow-UP!”