Tag: Lifeis23

Poetry Collection: I

A collection of poetry, some published already, some not, for you to enjoy.

Heart, Felt – Part Five

The rains began to grow weaker after some time. Not in any meaningful way, but the torrent of bullets tearing down from on high slowed marginally enough that they wouldn’t sting upon contact. Which, was evidently enough to provoke Jinny to get up and walk around.

Heart, Felt – Part Four

“I wished in that moment for the stitches to tear from my lips and allow me a moment to speak, to break the barrier between myself and these humans to whom I’d indebted so much of my life, but I was unable…”

Heart, Felt – Part Three

What ever feeling was summoned by the combined group of McDermotts in the closet of their home brought about a sort of peace I’d not seen since I left my station in the Ivory Tower. They were, despite the rotting of the day, calm in the relative comfort of their coat closet.

Heart, Felt – Part Two

Lillia and Marcos fled into the room, and, quite unfortunately left me to be taken by the swelling waters of the basement. To my great pleasure, it did not remain this way.

Bifurcategorized: Two Ways to Say the Same Thing

What began as a simple two headed dragon became a Hydra and I couldn’t discern one right decision from the other.

Arachnomad: The Spider’s Rental

I wasn’t always afraid of spiders. I’m still not necessarily afraid but I do give them a wide berth now.

Samaritangled: Talking To Yourself, Through Yourself

Portmanteaux Series: 3 The Portmanteaux Series is a short collection of personal writing to celebrate and encapsulate the memory of the beginning of my career writing online, a little over a decade ago I had the plan to start publishing my content online, which quickly became a blog about life.

Sentimentalkative: Orating Sorrows

Everything in life is a matter of perspective. The small things to us aren’t small to our children, to our pets. The stones we throw at one another could crush an ant. It is right to be afraid of things. What was a harmless word to you a decade ago might become something today that cuts you deep.

Expressionisthmus: Life on a Thin Bridge

In the grand scheme of things, thirty is young. But I’m also dramatic, much to my wife’s chagrin. So bear with me while I write about the end of my life coming at the end of this month, and if you feel so inclined, entertain my drama as I recount the path I’ve taken to get here in a few short passages while I mourn the death of my first youth.

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