Its simple really.
Unhinged. High functioning crazy person.
… who fortunately, is medicated. To the eyeballs.
I dont much like people. I do however like coffee, cigarettes and a good tune.
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
CRIME WRITER
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
A home for the stories and poems that got away.
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
Mocking Bird Down 
Tough start …
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That’s what you’re about, then? Okay, I’m in, even though It’s torture that I can’t comment on your epic “douchebag” post.
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Why cant you comment on it??
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Sometimes my computer and WordPress skirmish. All better now.
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Good good š
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So pleased that was remedied š
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more information would be pleasing
of course I know you’re only teasing.
I will hang about and take a look
As I rest from screaming at my book.
unravelling is done at it’s best
when the world takes a rest.
I unravel on a page or screen
& often wonder if it was a dream.
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I had it all down. My history… the ugly bits and the attempted explanations on why my craziness should be endearing – and found that narcissism and mental illness isnt any more acceptable because its prettified on the ‘About Me’ section of a blog. It will always be too heavy.
But thank you for being interested enough to click, and to be curious – and even still to read more.
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Hi.
Your words, even the ones to explain yourself here.. they are so well structured. I feel better after reading what you write and I love that you make something beautiful out of something painful. Ended up here by accident, best thing that could happen really. It gave me a moment of release from my own baggage. I’m curious, do you listen to a band called “Sikth”? Some of your texts reminds me of the “spoken word” songs on their album “The Trees Are Dead & Dried Out Wait for Something Wild”. Also, are you an Elliot Smith fan and how do you like he’s writing? And who inspires you? What writers, songwriters ect. do you like? I have a feeling you have great taste.
Take care // Emil
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If I could bottle my own motivations,
And drop that bottle into the open void,
If I could paint a scene of my own salvation,
And have it hand delivered by the one decoyed;
If I could wrap my severed hands in an icebox,
Mail them across the seas to my partner in crime,
If I could say blessings over freckles and dreadlocks,
If I could throw you a party with 2 silent mimes;
If I could will myself to feel your presence now,
If my strength held up even halfway to yours own,
If I I could let you lick my wounds somehow,
If I could warm my soul at your hearthstone;
If I could articulate the growing hole in my heart,
If I could lift the fog from the inky moors of my mind,
If I could capitulate to the the cold and dark,
If I could sift the bog for my lost days’ worth of time;
If I could bake you an edible birthday cake,
If I could share your laughter on the windswept shore,
If I could be enlightened by the time it’d take,
If I could swear not to care anymore;
If I could write down all the ways I adore you,
If I could stay on pitch and sing you a song,
If I could bite down on any hand that’s hurt you,
If I could, I would; like the day is long.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM
(The Bear Trainer)
ā¤ From your ever-faithful sidekick.
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