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. 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…
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
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…
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
Life is like a cold, harsh mountain. We climb it, Pausing to rest occasionally before continuing up towards the summit. And though the peak is but a legend, Something only dreamed of, We must push onward. For if we stop, If we give up, We simply freeze where we stand, Lifeless statues that serve as warnings to those who follow. Never stop climbing. Excelsior.
Why is it that I can only write when I’m in a dark place in my life? Why can I never find the words to put on the page unless I’m fucking dying inside? Why? If only there was an answer that didn’t just serve as a reminder. If only there was a way around it. But it’s an art-form. One which draws out our deepest feelings, positive and negative. An art that is both benevolent and malevolent simultaneously. Read…
Everyone was crowding her home that morning, pushing each other out of the way to gaze at the note nailed to the door. Curious, I walked up to read it, though not without provoking the sneers of the townsfolk. “Tough luck! Ye can’t catch a maimed oxen if ye wanted to!” a gruff man yelled towards me amidst laughter. I tried to ignore it, keeping my eyes focused on the note. After pushing my way through the throngs of jeering…
A cool fall evening Smoke’s already drifted away Leaving me alone In my thoughts Locked in my head Unable to escape Just break out They say Just stop They proclaim Boldly going Where they assume I have not If it was that easy I think I wouldn’t be stuck to begin with Nothing they say matters Sorry Move on Stay calm Meaningless ramble Even if I could Leave this space I wouldn’t dream it I love it too much Draining…
To quiet the mind is bliss Difficult to master But easy to embrace No lack of thought Just drifting First in Then out Breathing In Out Silent Until the next moment