(TW) A poem about relationship abuse and self reliance — — Poem — Love, love; It is all from your love. The flowers and the fists; It is all from your love Over me. My tears, flowing freely; You must think, They are of rapture; Given naturally in reaction to Your generosity — For what I have Because you always tell me How…

Reconsidering my personal definition of observation and use — The motivational point of this entire life observation post was derived from the quick glance of this photo. I recommend reading this piece before proceeding to the meat of this post.

An inspirational workplace poem by Moony Thinker — — Poem — Please, for god’s sake — End this torment! Banish me from another of these Fucking professional-prep-rallies For working adults. Team! Team! Team! Kill me… Ra-ra-shish-koom… Ahhhhh, fuck it already! Please, for the love of all things Rational! Free me from this Hell on Earth; From this prison-like existence. A chair, a computer, and…

A poem innuendo… sort of. — — Poem — As the skin Scrapes against my nails, My heart flutters with impatience. I can resist no longer! Pressing into The fronts of my teeth, I bite and tear back the top layer Getting at The soft, sweet ambrosia beneath. Between the lifted wings, I finger my way Around and…

Confronting my shortsighted hypocrisy — — Article — I enjoy diving deep within myself. Jumping right into the gooey center of my conscious and unconscious insecurities, exploring, stirring shit up, and exposing what tries to hide within the shadows. I come to each deep dive without expectation or assumption about what I may find and…

A poem — — Poem — I can’t do anything To help them… As I watch From the sidelines Through another presentation Provided by The boob tube, I can’t do anything To help them… Even as the letters Upon each key Wear away by the pounding Of my now bone exposed Raging fingers, I can’t do anything To help…

A poem — —Poem— The amount given Never feels like enough; But, we never know How much is left. All the while, Most are wishing, They had more Time. Ever wishing, Ever hoping, All in futility. …

A poem (TW: abuse and self-harm) — — Music Tea — Poems are an artistic experience shared between the creator and the audience. But not everyone’s experiences with art are linear. Some may request enhancers to the experience such as having music during their reading. For those who would like to have some Music Tea, I offer…

Now I must leave you as you enter the world that is Fuck. You are fucking lucky to be here. It’s almost utopian.” ― Lewis Black, The F-Word — We all get older; becoming more experienced and wiser as we age (well… at least we hope); developing ourselves along the way. In that development process, we took small steps or even big ones, but still, you foraged ahead. …