Sincerity is Scary. Yes.

I just had to share… because it speaks to me. I wonder if it does to you too. And irony is okay, I suppose, culture is to blame… You try and mask your pain in the most postmodern way You lack substance when you say Something like, “Oh, what a[…]

It’s Important

Silence is important. Silence is needed. The angel to the devilish chatter. Silence is all I live for. The sound you hear when the day is gone, and the stars are seen. The sound you hear in empty corridors and hollow spaces. It’s all I need right now, not the[…]

Dear Diary, I’ve learned

Our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That’s what we like to think. But that’s not the way it is, isn’t it? Some things, we just have to learn over[…]

We’re Famished. Yep.

Poetry does wonders to those who hear it. In the olden days, men and women were chosen to read passages to their visitors as a form of entertainment. I’d like to think I have always been partial to spoken performances of things that I’d rather prefer are written. But I[…]

Happiness in Sadness

Yesterday was so frustrating. Friends who follow me on Twitter know that I did an unexpected overtime at work yesterday. I was so hungry and after calling at least 4 stores, Bon Chon was open and still delivered food. Despite the anger of having to wait until closing to finish[…]

I Write Because…

I write because I have to because people like you ought to hear my words, because I am someone who wants to be heard. I write because of the bees, I write to save them from dying. Like my fragile little ego, he crushed. I have to write to save[…]

MOBAs and the Promise of a Good Year

It’s January 8th. That means just a week until the next payday! And I can’t wait to share with you what I have in store for my year. It’s almost the middle of the month and I plan on finishing my new year’s resolution list before then. So back to[…]

I G(i)ave Up

It’s a chilly night out. I’ll get to confessing the unvarnished truth of my struggle. I gave up. I gave up at one point. Or at the very least, because you are reading this, I was so close to giving up. Drinking all alone at night, watching movies trying to[…]

Who She Really Is

I suck at phrasing. So… here goes. She’s a mystery, that’s for sure. How you go about her, that’s all up to you. She’s a spindle, she’s a dame. But she’ll never just twirl for you or always be in distress. She’s a keeper, she’s a catch. She’s all the[…]