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If Today Was My Last Day

If Today Was My Last Day

If today was my last day… If tomorrow was too late… Could I say goodbye to yesterday? … No. I couldn’t. He couldn’t. We haven’t finished the story of my life. The tale of Me isn’t done yet. The author has fallen into writer’s block, and he’s spitting out stress-filled, hastily written chapters. He’s upset and only keeps making himself more stressed as he tries to get words he can’t find onto paper full of chicken-scratch. But every now and…

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Memory of a Dream

Memory of a Dream

The dream, what some would call a nightmare, hasn’t occurred in a long time, but it came to mind again recently. You know the dream I’m talking about, right? No? Well, let me remind you. It began with me in a blindingly white space. Nothing as far as my eyes could see. Just whiteness. Nothing. Then, in the blink of an eye, it was all black. Pure, unadulterated darkness. I could hear the whispers of hidden entities all around me….

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Smokes

Smokes

Why is it that in sad or upsetting times I’m drawn to smokes? I quit years ago, though the smell doesn’t bother me and sometimes I feel like a nice long draw from a dart could do some good. At least emotionally. Cigars are nice too, but too slow a burn for those quick breaks I sometimes crave. I crave the burn. The throat hit. The mouthfeel. Smoke drifting out from loose lips. Maybe cigarillos would do some good. A…

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Silence

Silence

Silence Deafening Unable to say anything To do anything Pained Grieving loss I struggled for some time Before thinking I was finally ok But the feelings surged Returned They plague my every thought My every action My dreams My nightmares A lost hope Embers Kindling Smoldering in the ashes of the past A phoenix Unable to rise again Silent Brooding

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year dear readers! I don’t typically do the whole resolutions thing, but this new year; this new decade; I am going to work on my physical and mental health, focus, work on, and eventually complete, old and new projects, and definitely write more. Even got a planner and everything! Here’s to a new year, a new decade, and a new work ethic! Much love, Mitch

Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays. Expected this time of year. Bell-laden music full of proverbial cheer fills the air as people dash to and fro from shop to store, filling their arms with as many gifts and toys as they can carry. They say money can’t buy happiness. But ‘tis the season for it. Everyone fights to give and get the best gifts, for whoever gives the best gift is deemed the pinnacle of human generosity. All sense of reality goes out the…

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Sleep is for the Weak

Sleep is for the Weak

Sleep is for the weak They say If that’s true Then why am I still awake? I feel weak Mentally Physically Emotionally I can’t seem to hit snooze Most nights It’s the same thing Craving affection and love Just a warm touch A hug Only for a few seconds Puts my mind at ease So why can’t I sleep? Because Sleep is for the weak

Rabbit Hole

Rabbit Hole

Down the rabbit hole I wentDown, down, and downPast cards, gears, and watchesThrough a dark void of nothingness I landed on a cold, tile floorBlack and white checkerboardBefore me lay an eternal hallwaySpiraling onward into darkness I wandered down the pathAimless and confusedUntil before me stood a doorWith a face for a knocker I lifted the hammer and it fellOnto the heavy oak doorThe thunk echoedIn all directions The door openedI walked throughAnd before meStood me Head in handsTears dripping…

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I Am

I Am

Sipping whiskey on the rocks Feeling the burn as it courses down my throat Listening to Franky Blue Eyes Singing along to Summer Wind Thinking about the words and the melody Grasping at ideas and migrant thoughts Smiling with sadness Understanding the meaning Wishing I could fix the past Hoping for greener grass past this hill Going with the ups and downs Living the best way I can every day Loving life and the people in mine