Early writings

Writings from my ‘early adult’ years. Not all bad, not all good; but writing is how I dealt with things that bothered me. An article on Wikipedia calls this time ‘the early adult transition’.


  [dropcap]I[/dropcap]t is this thing I had, at one time or another, but now its gone. What be the need of it. A thing to be crushed, a thing to lose Why have that which can and will be lost? One moment you're full, the next your less. It is said, Nothing ventured nothing gained, […]

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  [dropcap]C[/dropcap]old, frozen in my shell.  I lower the bars of my prison around myself.  Locking in the pain, the hurt, the loss forever.  Keeping out loved ones, those I trust and who trust me.  The light blocked by the walls of my prison cast shadows upon my soul.  When the time comes, this block […]

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[dropcap]I[/dropcap] felt the blade press against my neck.  Its coolness sent chills through my body.  Goose bumps popped up on y neck just before the blade was drawn across.  Shocked at the immense pain as tissue and nerve were ripped apart.  I stumbled forward and braced myself on the bathroom vanity.  Filling with blood the […]

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I walk into the darkness and      wrap myself in its love. No one cares about me,      no one understands. Read my open heart,      learn my secrets now. Cut me open and spill me out,      the monsters lurking all about. Witches and demons of all shapes and sizes […]

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It’s just a mug . . .

It’s just a mug isn’t it?  Glass, maybe ceramic, heated and blown into the shape of a cup. Then a handle, carefully crafted and affixed to the side of the cup ever so gently.  Moments later an artists brush would run across it’s surface.  Changing its dull facade to one full of life and color. […]

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