Writhing curvature that contracts and expands unto itself. A heated intertwining. Conjoining converging and diverging. A prism of concentrated feeling pulsating energy. A heated space of pulsating energy a feeling of melting into oneself an exploding outward in thousands of tiny pieces. Broken but full. Complete but shattered. Dazed but satisfied.
Category: Poetry
The Road of Good Intentions
To hell with your good intentions. Well meaning, self serving acts that often serve to hinder the receivers of those well intentioned acts. It might really just be better if you just send a note. Just send a card with your well wishings. Don't try to impart on me your unwanted charity. Well intentioned gifts. … Continue reading The Road of Good Intentions
The Job Search #4
I'm starting to doubt whether or not following your dreams makes sense. It's nice to live a life without regrets But... Is it practical? It's sweet to go to work not hating your job But sweet doesn't pay the bills. Well... unless you sell candy.
The Job Search #3
Dear Holder of High Expectations, As life is not an overnight oats kind of situation, please kindly allow me some time to figure my shit out. Sincerely, Recent Grad
The Job Search #2
Keyboard clacking, click still don't have a job but, wish for a salary.
The Job Search #1
Entry level job wants 5 years experience something isn't right.
