Do you think about suicide? Often? Everyone does (it). Right? Artists at least have created something before parting. What is your legacy? Tell a therapist. Trust a friend. Try not to dive too deep. Hope. Staves off the temptation to join Robin.

I feel like an idiot, but, I can’t figure out how to single space on the posts?..lol..I see no icon for it?

More than sometimes I imagine what it would be like to just disappear from everything. Drop it all. Leave everything. A rucksack and a duffle bag and just walk into the woods. Look up into the stars as the snow falls soft on the trees….

Oh, just trust. Have I failed you yet? You keep declaring it’s the end of the story, And yet, I know it isn’t. No wonder you are disappointed. You have not gotten to the best part. Stop truncating majesty. Stop nailing down mystery. You will…

I vowed not to cave in to my fear, but my heart wasn’t listening and was acting like it was running the race of its life. The coast was clear but I heard laughter. Am I losing my mind? Was that the scrape of boots…

I am alone I am afraid I need help But I can ask I will be tortured And humiliated Even after I am helped

His eyes are ice His souls is dark He never sees me Yet I still try I look in to his eyes Try finding his soul Hoping that I will change him But he never will

Love is here. I feel so happy and blissed out. Is this really my life? Nobody is GIVING me love. No platters are being handed out with that delicious entree. It resides fully within me. And I radiate it out. Can you feel it? I…

They call us the Windy City What for, yes we know, you know The politicians play smoke and mirrors The Second City because, I guess, NYC is where it’s at. And now a new name has popped up— Not even worth my pen’s strike. They…

Blissful state of dreaming. Sleeping wake under northern star. Pale, cold flesh. Tiny shivers.   When death whispers your name; this sacred rite, will hold the answer. Tear apart the chambers, cut out blood from bones. Bathe in sunlight. Wish upon a star.