I'm ready to be stable again...please.

I'm in the worst place I can imagine. That stupid, selfish, dark loop of self-indulgent depressive bullshit.

Nothing is going right. Nobody is treating me well. The world will not embrace me.

I am not a functioning and accepted part of the universe.

I am the loose screw that rattles in a piece of still-functioning machinery. I am the broken filament amongst the millions of lighted bulbs on a marquee.

By my own hand, I am but an outsider on the inside.

So, my mind, will you let me resolve to be happy again?

I think it's time we rejoin and restructure and force our way back in. I'm ready to be stable again.

Please.

That Damn Four Letter Word...

No, it's not a cuss word (actually, that really depends on your relationship with the concept of it). What I'm talking about is...(no, wrong again, not love)...this is about LUST...

What an absolute waste of time and energy.

What a fleeting, fickle, empty "emotion".

What a way to make you forget and fall.

What?

Words mean so little when you're both all caught up in it.

Where are your words when you are sober?

...don't hold my hand...

For a Friend

People tend to forget that there is a distinct & discernable difference between God and organized religion. The two don't have to be mutually exclusive...but they can be :)
...and, for the record, I believe in God...and I don't think that's an entity that has to be found. Like you said, God and I, we are one and the same...whereas, religion, as it has come to be interpreted and practiced, has very little to do with that relationship.

Unfortunate Coincidence

By the time you swear you're his,

Shivering and sighing,

And he vows his passion is

Infinite, undying -

Lady make a note of this:

One of you is lying.

 

-Dorothy Parker

3rd Party Conflict Resolution, Anyone?

Yeah...because THAT works...also, I respect you so much more now...

Speak To Me

Things left unspoken can often go awry

Words, once yearned for, cannot be un-yearned!

All alone I squirm and silently plead for more

Waiting, wanting, watching - your every little move

Things, once spoken, put a soul at ease

Knowing where they stand and

Closing that chapter for good

Speak despite the consequences, speak

Things, once spoken, can hurt, can burn, can bruise

Words, finally heard, for better or for worse

Can heal, in time, they heal

But things left unspoken, will only cause more pain

The innermost of thoughts should be freed

Not once should they be held back

Verbalized, materialized and SAID

Consequences be damned, here's what's on my mind...

Work E-mails...

"Dear"
Translation: Yo, what'syername, this is for you

"I hope this reaches you well"
Translation: I'm human, I swear

"Please advise"
Translation: YOU friggin' do it

"Kind Regards"
Translation: No, really, I'm human

and my personal favourite, the cherry on my metaphorical cake:
"SINCERELY"
Translation: Can't believe I'm finally done writing to this piece of shit...

...who the fuck are we all kidding??