Life is like a box of chocolates.
A wide selection of unknown treats.
You never know what your tastebuds may meet.
Some may be sour.
And, some may be sweet.
But, each one, in the long run,
will definitely be a treat.
You overcome the bad.
And, welcome the tasty.
But, you will forever remember the bad,
That is not a negative,
you learn from your mistakes.
But, isn’t that just,
what makes our life so great.
Katie Louise Morris
I'll blame the alcohol, even though it took no part in what I said, and you'll believe it because you would also blame the alcohol if you were in this situation, Why?, well it's just easier to.
I wasn't like this before,
But I had to-
Circumstances were to thank for,
Then I got addicted,
Addicted to this state of misery,
And loved it enough
Enough to let it kill me.
Your expected honor
As a viking
Always falling through cracks
As you played the villain
In your own life story
Until the final call
When your nefarious ways
Caught up with you
And you fell victim
To the pills and alcohol
That stole your life
Stole everything else
And all we could do
Was reap the nothingness
That was left
Of your tenuous existence. JD
*Nothingness* Father Part L
#FallingThroughCracks #PennyForOctoberThoughts #PoeticPrompts
#villain #CMOctChallenge #WritingPrompts
I am Mr Bright side.
I got out of my cage to the world I thought was different.
It started with a kiss of cocaine,
Now I have ended up like this.
It was only a kiss.
It was only a kiss.
Now I'm falling asleep, while a part of me is alive.
It's taking a drag out of all the cigarette I have never wanted to smoke.
My head's spinning.
I can't go to bed.
I lay on it anyway.
I feel sick.
It's all in my head.
I need another kiss.
I take her dress off.
Lay her on the bed.
Letting my self go.
The sane half cannot look.
It's killing him.
Wants to take control.
I am Mr Bright side.
I certainly come and go. In mind I'm still alive to a certain extent.
The influence coming off slowly. Never again. Ever been so high that you skip dimensions. That you understand why muscles are complicated and what every muscle does. Only if what went in my mind could be written down on a piece of paper.
Slowly but steadily it's fading off and I'm sort of glad.
Been reading too much lately as well. Figured couldn't study while I was like this but might as well give it a try.
Doesn't seem so therapeutic to me.
I am long way off normal and I hope to come back to life soon.
Until then, to people of this world,
Thank you for reading.
Have a great day.
Keep away from drugs kids, tried a...
What do I feel?
A short note on what I'm feeling at the moment.
I have been under influence for about 48 hours now. My eyes tiny, barely responding to light.
My skin pale and cold.
What have I done?
I was suppose to study and now this.
I can't seem to control habits.
For the second time in my life I sort of feel dumb.
The last time it didn't end well.
I don't expect anything better.
While new addictions are forming, I have given up on my old addictions.
Instagram and Facebook you have served me well but permanently deleting you is the most complicated emotion I have ever had to deal with.
I have soo much going on in my head.
I think it's cloudy because of all the things I have done in past ...
The trek, yesterday, helped clear my mind as I sat on top of a waterfall. In my hand was a joint, my feet were surrounded with cool water from the stream, which would go on to fall for the land below, and in front of me laid a sublime view. The slim streams running down the mountains of disbelief, falling a good three hundred and a fifty feet to nurture the vast forest that laid around these ginormous wealth of dirt and rocks. I stared with a complete sense of skepticism and shock as one of the smaller hills in front of me started to shake. At first I was beyond scared, I must have stopped breathing for what felt like an eternity. The hill was shaking so loudly, it felt like I was going to go...
Love and hate.
Since childhood we are made to believe that love is a good energy and hate is a bad one. But still hate seems to have overpowered love. The hate in the world is way more than love. Countries hate countries, Class hate Class, Humans hate humans. Basically they all hate each other. The reason is the parameters of love that has been alienated to us. The love that has been taught to us is nothing but sheer hypocrisy. Actually the society is scared of love. Love is a very intense emotion. Love and hate are two sides of a same coin. They are the same energy that flows in a different forms. Hate and love are pure. There are no impurity in both of them. They both posses the power to m...
Right now I'm craving a coffee, much like the way I'm craving you. But like my coffee I shall not have you, even though every part of me is screaming that I should. A friend once told me that I should deprive myself of the things I want every so often, to remain clear about what exactly it is that I'm desiring. But you... are a rainbow. a glimmer of something beautiful that visits me from time to time, but i know that I have no say in your coming and going. I could shut my eyes but you would still be there stunning in your vibrant solitude. So I'll have myself a lemonade and I'll watch an old romantic movie tonight that I know I'd adore sharing with you. You don't know how my hearts ach...
I AM BROKEN
I BUILD MY WALLS HIGH
SO NOT TO DEPEND
OR SHOW WEAKNESS
SO WHEN I SAY
I NEED YOU!
DONT TAKE IT LIGHTLY
I AM TRUSTING YOU
TO CATCH ME WHEN I FALL
Five minutes left for midnight. Don't worry; you will be installed and cozy before the day is over.
The turned-on lamp rests on the night-stand, and both your book and mine remain closed, one on top of the other, as a playful prediction of what the moon would witness during the next few hours.
Everything is ready to welcome the morning sun... unlike me; I'm not ready. I wasn't ready when I heard you say that you felt like you had known me for far longer than you actually did.
Nonetheless, this cabin had already been the setting of a love story written by us-two and maybe, just maybe, it could be once more...
In the kitchen, a clean coffee-maker awaits next to a cou...
Dialogue/Monologue from the movie:
'6 Balloons' directed by Marja-Lewis Ryan
There's a boat in the middle of the ocean.
Tell yourself that you can drive the boat, even after you capsized.
Tell yourself that no one will notice.
Admit to yourself that you chose to walk down that dock.
Admit that you chose to get on that boat even though you knew you couldn't drive it.
Admit that you saw the rot and never fix it, that you had a chance to stay on dry land but instead, you boarded the boat again.
Admit that you never asked for help, even when it was offered to you.
And now, let go.
We're on the same boat.
You are on the same boat.
You are on the sam...
why why why
drink drink drink
I didn’t see
I felt fear
I felt tears
anxious for thee
you were sirened away
I hope you’re okay
why why why
drink drink drink
What is poetry?//
is made out of,
those unanswered questions,
the aesthetic looking cup of coffee,
the sun setting,
with hues of orange and yellow in the sky,
the hesitation before confessing your love,
the empty pages of a diary,
the tick tocks of the clock, on a monotonous night,
the feeling of bursting into tears,
the half open window facing the sea,
the feeling of being alone,
the memories with someone special,
your world tour plan,
your dream apartment in Paris,
your reasons for being happy.
There is so much,
in this world, out of which we can build poetry.
when I sit down to write,
I come back to us.
Because, out of all forms o...
Sometime I change my mind about people,
Sometime I change my mind about myself.
Sometime I like things I thought I'd hate and sometime I
grow to hate things I used to love.
Sometime i grow to hate things I used to love.
Sometime I cant't make up my mind because I don't like any
of the option and sometime it's because I like all of them
No one has everything figured out, but that's called, living
and it means we're real.
_ Mahi Jadhav.
I am certainly learning the art of patience. The state is taking their time deciding if I am eligible for disability or not. I have only been waiting 4 years.
More doctors appointments coming up this fall. I am also beginning a 10 week microdosing regiments with psilocybin (magic Mushrooms). Back in December it took me from suicidal to passionate. I have now gradually (with doctor’s help) gotten off of two anti depressants and two kinds of pain pills. I am freeing myself from Big Pharma and feeling so much better, gradually.
If I don’t get disability though, I’m not sure where I’ll be able to live, how I’ll even get through any more. I’ve just been hanging on, barely. 2 months, why does it...