My two eyes are open, yet a third seems to emerge eager to join the fun.
It possesses a chemical clarity afforded only to those with a curiosity about what’s behind reality’s curtain.
That, or anyone with a spare ten bucks.
Two tabs on the tongue, salty air in a…
With a final enthusiastic huff and puff, my hand reaches out and grabs a sign post marked “End of Trail.” Along with two wooden benches settled on either side of it, the three fixtures make up the only greeting party at the end of my one-man race.
As I catch…
And like this ant
on the cautious trek
across this ten-year towel
Minding the frays
Circumventing the stains
like a stray dog in an alien desert
cruise the crystal
as I lost crawl the pixel
There’s foam at my toes
and I stand naked as the day…
The more consistent I’ve been in my pursuit to better myself, the more I’ve noticed that no matter how many different versions of self-help I come across, there are really only a handful of things that have shown real results in how I think. Three things, to be exact.
I want to try and articulate exactly what’s going on in the underachiever’s mind when he finally runs into a wall he can’t sneak past.
I’m doing this for myself as much anyone else because — you guessed it — I am a card-carrying veteran of B.U.M. (The Bored of…
There’s a lot of wisdom behind the phrase, “Fake it till you make it.”
On one, more shallow hand, you can see this as “pretend you are the thing you want to be until you are said thing.” On the other hand, I think it can be taken much deeper…
It’s easy to feel like you’re lost
among the screams and whispers
Feeling like the middle child
on a planet of brothers and sisters
Clawing for a crown of thorns
blood staining our teeth
Separating flesh from bone
no mind for what’s beneath
Hacking through our jungle fears
more machete than…
I’m going to stop sharing my ideas with people.
Maybe you should too.
Not that everyone should, or that it’s always a bad thing, but the more often you share your ideas with other people, the less often you’re actually going to follow through on them. …
I could say
that the pieces are in place
that the deepest creases have been greased
and that I now possess the steely demeanor
of a well-oiled machine
I could pretend
it all functions
with the graceful ease
of a veteran wing
the awkward stumbling
from the nest…
I was angry the other day.
In fact, I was downright pissed.
You see, I bought a used car about a month ago. I got a really good deal on it and it runs and looks great. Little to no maintenance required as of yet.
As we all…