si vis vitam experiri, para ad mortem

  • 20 Seconds Of Courage

    You walk in, my breath runs out20 seconds of courage, i tell myself I stand up, vision darkens, please don’t pass out19 seconds of courage, i tell myselfI can do this, you’re just another person18 seconds of courage, i tell myself Just remember, we’ve been practicing this17 seconds of courage, i tell myself Left foot…

  • The Power of Words

    I’ve written about getting seriously into poetry earlier this year and it all started with a book by Iain S. Thomas called Everything You Cannot Say. I randomly picked up this book at a new local bookstore called Blackbird Coffee and Books and before I knew it I was over halfway through it and had…

  • Rough Month

    May isn’t my favorite month. Between Mother’s Day, mom’s birthday and then dad’s birthday a few days later I tend to withdraw and kind of shutdown, or that’s what I’ve done the last 2 years. This year is different though. The sadness is still there but I’ve learned to acknowledge it and to sit with…

  • Mother’s Day

    This will be the 2nd Mother’s Day since mom died. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the holiday, or so she said, but the few times I forgot I could tell it affected her. From then on I did my best to at least get her a card and/or a plant even when I wasn’t…

  • On Being Emotional

    I’m an emotional guy and I was a very emotional child because I didn’t know how to handle my emotions and the adults around me growing up didn’t always know how to handle me feeling things. So I turned off my emotions and kept them off for a very long time. This impacted every relationship…

  • Do You Believe In Signs?

    Do you think stop signs are real? J/k. That’s not the type of signs I’m talking about. I’m thinking about signs from the Universe/God(s)/Higher Power/etc Lately my life has been a whirlwind wind of new experiences, new feelings and an amazing new person! All of these experiences have, of course, raised some concerns, doubts and…

  • Sonder

    I remember flying home for my dad’s funeral and looking out into the darkness and seeing all the headlights and lights from houses and wondering what the people behind those lights were going through. Were they having the best day of their lives? The worst? Or maybe somewhere in between? That feeling stuck with me…

  • nobody

    Nobody can hurt me,Like me. I know exactly where,To place the knife. Where to cut and,When to twist, To inflict the most pain. My mind is a bad neighborhood,A place, sometimes most of the time, even I don’t want to be. But it’s mine.For better,And worse.

  • Poetry

    I’ve written about my love for a good quote and over the years that love has turned towards poetry. First, just reading or listening to it as it popped up in my day to day and now to seeking it out. I’ve found so many wonderful poets whose words have inspired me, made me smile,…

  • Expecting … Nothing

    My anxiety shows up as trying to map every possible outcome of every decision I make. Meeting up with friends? I have to look at the route to the place we’re meeting, the parking situation, the possible conversation topics and plan out potential replies. When it’s time to go do the thing I’m so exhausted…

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