musings relationships 

Lead Paint

  “Best not to mix the past with the present. The present paints the past with gold. The past paints the present with lead.” ~Henry Rollins    My dear friend, haven’t you learned by now that lead paint is deadly?   While it looks pretty and shiny and even new on the outside, it is toxic. Lead gets inside and slowly poisons your entire body.  The same can be said about toxic people. I can boldly say these words to you because I’ve experienced a full overhaul remodel of my…

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My Big (Fat Gay) Punk Rock Prom

  Let me take you on a trip back to a much simpler time, when we didn’t have to worry about adult responsibilities and the complexities that come with them. So please, if you will, enter into my pseudo-TARDIS for a fun trip back in time to…   May 1990 After a long, cold winter, it was finally springtime in Northeast Ohio; the trees and flowers were bursting forth in all of their glory and the air was warm once again. I just turned eighteen and looked forward to graduating…

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musings 

I’ve Lost My Superpowers…

My words are not so poetic these days. The words I string together that would drip with sweet metaphors and glided descriptions which flow in perfect harmony have been replaced with a blunt tongue and harsh reality along with predictable patterns and placement.  Boring. Dull. Drab. Meaningless. There is nothing beautiful here to read. Not right now. Will there ever be again? Have I lost my ability to resonate, to touch the depths of another’s mind and heart, to inspire and motivate, to write anything of substance? It sure feels…

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life musings on the fly relationships 

Hot Fucking Truth Manifesto

I’m so fucking tired of all these pieces I keep reading on sites about how to love this kind of person or that kind of person. I’m tired of reading about how love should look, or what to look for to find love.   Sick. To. Death. So here is my very own Hot Fucking Truth Manifesto to express all the shit going on inside of me…   I’m not looking for a man to complete me, or a man with whom our broken pieces fit together perfectly.   I want…

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musings poetry 

Now Hear This…

I’ve Got Mad Writing Skills   “Put them on a page” Such an eloquent response Here they are, what now?   My desire is A fire burning inside Come and quench those flames   Slowly dying for Your attentions and your touch Don’t push me away   Let me be the one Your secrets are safe with me This could be awesome   Stop digging in dirt Precious metals come and go I am a treasure   Just open your eyes Take my hand and walk with me Don’t leave…

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