Random, Relationships

Musings, Part Whatever

This is going to turn back into a more than poetry blog. I forgot that it was therapeutic to release my thoughts here.

I deleted my Twitter app today. Not my account. Just the app. I was suddenly hit with and disgusted by the facade.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy Twitter. I’m off and on it and this during this last round (which was longer than most), I connected with many other poets. It was fun to bounce of the minds of others and be critiqued on my work.

But, much like most else, it’s not real.

I’ve realized that I go there in my low points. When I’m depressed and I want to distract myself. The thing that most love about Twitter is its anonymity. You can be whatever, say whatever, call yourself whatever. There’s so much PORN! It got to a point, where just about everyday, I ended up on the page of a new follower and immediately was like, woops!

There are great people there. There are a few folks I even consider friends. To what extent, though? I was talking with one of these friends. He had tweeted awhile back about having a Twitter party so we could all meet each other. I remember telling him that we should really do it. I brought it back up to him today. Really, I just wanted him to know that it would be cool to meet him. We’d become friends. He’d gotten me to open up. He said something very noncommittal and I was suddenly over it all. Not over him… He’s a good person, which just makes me more sad.

I’ve become friend, therapist, and inspiration to people. Even an instigator. At the end of the day, it doesn’t mean anything does it? So, why do we spend so much time on an app that ultimately gives us nothing? It’s a forum to let out the things we wouldn’t share on Facebook or in suitable, adult conversation. It’s where we can be more us. It’s where we can let our degenerate out. It’s the place where we know we’re all a little fucked up and it’s ok.

I can’t live there anymore.

I’ve been hurting. Deeply. Was it another asshat I went out with? Of course! You guys know that I love and I love hard. It hurts to lose a love interest, a friend, anyone really… Told myself I wouldn’t fall apart, but I did. At least, though, I told this one about himself. Why shouldn’t he know, even though he went back to his ex? Why shouldn’t he know that I saw what he would do before he did because I understood his feelings when he didn’t? Why shouldn’t he know that, for once, I thought someone chose me first, and it turned out, in the end… that he was never fully present, that he was always going to go back, whether it was me or some other girl? I just wish it was some other girl… Why should I carry the burden alone. He should know what he did. People need to understand the impact they have, the damage they do, whether they stick around for awhile or breeze in and out of your life like a gust of wind.

So, it’s probably time to stop wallowing. Get back to me. To reality. To life. To stop taking solace in an imaginary world full of real people I can’t ever know.



I’ve never been one to believe an astrology or the meaning of signs. Yet, I embrace my Gemini sign and how it describes me.

I often considered myself two-faced. Not in a hero/villain sort of way. I am neither. My personality, though, is dualistic.

Part of me is black and white. Purely technical. I’m an engineer. I’m analytical. I’m pragmatic and unfeeling.
I’ve no time for your bullshit, for your tears. I simply have a job to do.
I do not care about you, or me for that matter.
Love is ridiculous.
Sex is mechanical. A need.

My other half is shades of gray.
I’m an empath, a caregiver. I don’t need you, but I want you. I feel everything deeply. I let you in and I cry when you leave. I’m a light, a magnificent aura that hopes to inspire. I’m a poet. A thinker. I love you.

Sex is lovely, intimate, something to be discussed. This half is always naked.

It is difficult… To be both. An internal conflict, an external beauty. A beautiful mess and a goddess.

I feel like an outcast everywhere I am. Easy to love. Easy to hate. Just easy.

But also… Difficult. Scary. Frightening. Because I’m not normal. Well… That’s what people tell me.

I’m everyone’s friend and no one’s. A stepping stone. Someone to inspire. To be used. To be left alone. Because you don’t need me anymore. Because I see you. See all of you.

Designing a new tattoo that I hope will encompass all of this. I’ll show you all how it turns out.



Three poems up on Rue Scribe!

Three of my poems, ‘The Winds’, ‘Out at Night’, and ‘In the Right Light’ have been published on Rue Scribe! You can read them here. Thanks to Eric Luthi and the editing team for this opportunity!


Poem up at SpillWords

My poem ‘Lint’ is up at Spillwords! You can read it here. Thanks so much to Daycare K. and the editing department for sharing!


Hidden Hearts

How many excuses start with
My heart just isn’t in it
Followed by a noncommittal shrug
Where have our hearts gone
Why are they hiding
They’ve grown silent
Cast off their ventricles
Ceased pumping
They’ve retreated to dusty nooks
To avoid being seen
They convene in shadow
To share secrets with themselves
They are cracked and broken
From abuse, misuse, and disuse
They are wrinkled
Cobwebbed in corners
Hiding because they’re afraid
To love
To be held
To beat
How many hearts can no longer be coaxed to have a heart


Sober November – Day 18

Hey folks. Sorry, I’ve been quiet these last few days. Either my heart isn’t in writing or the words just won’t come or both. But, I’m going to work on it this week.


I’ve been slightly more relaxed. I’m learning things about myself. There are activities I no longer enjoy and other things I’d like to do with my life that I need to put into action. That will be a work in progress. It is difficult to embrace the loneliness that comes with realizing you’ve crossed over into another part of your life.

Still no alcohol! I had a non-alcoholic mango daiquiri last night that was amazing.

Diet hasn’t been so great. I’ve been happily eating sugar, lol. But, I’m being semi-conscious and I’m hitting the gym so I’ve stopped gaining weight!

I think I will spend the day cleaning and watching Star Trek. I might try to get in a poem or two. 🙂


Morning Thoughts, Part 1/Sober November – Day 10

I say Part 1 because I am sure there will be more.

I’ve spent the last few days trying to gather my thoughts and while they still don’t form a coherent pattern. I will try to get them out here.

The only word I can find to even remotely adequately describe my feelings is distress.

I spent all of Wednesday watching CNN, well flipping between that and cartoons so I would be less upset. I can only marvel at how divided this country has become. In the last two weeks, there have been four shootings and I damn near fear going outside. More than that, though, what is it that emboldens people recently? There is so much divisive rhetoric being thrown around, so much hatred – is it any wonder that people are acting this way? Why is everyone so hush hush on mental health and gun control until another one of these incidents happens again? I want to have a child, but can I raise one in this ever devolving state of humanity? I don’t know. I tend not to comment on politics, especially recently, because everyone gets so defensive. One can’t have opinions anymore. This is as close as I’m getting and it should be enough to say that I hope this all ends soon. Yet, I fear it will only get worse before it does.

I lack motivation, lately, because what’s the point? That sounds nihilistic. Let me do a dangerous thing and share some feelings on work (some of my coworkers read this). A little over a year ago this time, I put everything I had into my work, to the detriment of my personal life. I worked overtime. I worked nights, weekends, and holidays. I put my heart and soul into it. I was handled a pile of shit and told to unfuck it so that’s what I did. I don’t do anything half-assed. But, I got to vocal about issues, Got to challenging. Didn’t get along with the right people. This wasn’t out of spite or vindictiveness. It was because I cared about the program and the people I was supporting. But, all my hard work wasn’t enough. I became worn down, unhappy, miserable and requested removal, but was then very unceremoniously, forceably removed because of, ultimately, people’s insecurities. And I broke down. I’ve seen what happens to people who speak out, so I’ve, rather uncharacteristically, been keeping my head down and my mouth shut. I telework a couple days a week. My boss doesn’t notice and I don’t tell him. I do the absolute bare minimum on my current program. My lead pulled me in just this past Thursday to tell me how great a job I’m doing and ask for my input on some reorganization. My jaw hit the floor. It bothers me from a standpoint of moral integrity that my spirit is so broken that I can’t put the level of effort into my work that I did before. I wish I could, but I have no passion and I’ve embraced the completely opposite end of the spectrum from where I was before. It bothers me professionally that it DOESN’T MATTER. So, I wonder why I ever bothered to do more than the minimum in the first place? But, how can I be just like everyone else that doesn’t care?

It’s been just over and under a year since a number of things in my life happened that contributed to my complete mental breakdown earlier this year. I lost a bunch of friends that didn’t support me when I needed them. I lost a man that I love because we both made mistakes, but he chose someone else over me. There have been all manner of issues involving friends, family, and work. They’re all haunting me. Some of it’s guilt. Some of it’s disgust. Some of it’s disappointment. Most of it is now fear. I don’t know how to process loss, even less how to move on from it. I’m a victim of rumination and obsessive thinking and I’m always trying to fix things in my head, understand how they broke, figure out how to make it better. But, that can’t always happen and that pains me. I don’t like people all that much, but once I connect, I love hard. I don’t often trust, but when I do I trust hard. I don’t give of myself often, but when I do, I give everything. Now I’m afraid to love or trust or give. I’m so scared.

The last two men in my life – I haven’t gotten over them. And it has taken me some time to realize I haven’t gotten over them. One I loved, but he didn’t have time for me and he decided to love someone else. He wants me around, though, to be his friend because I’m such a good friend. The other I lost because he was selfish and scared. I could have loved him if he’d let me. There was so much potential there. I miss them and they are the inspiration for a lot of what you see me write. On the other hand, I hate myself for feeling this way because at the end of the day, neither of them were kind to me and I shouldn’t give them any more thought. My rational mind tells me this. But damn it, the heart doesn’t like to let go.

I’m looking for camaraderie, but I seem to be looking for it in the wrong places. I seek out people, clubs with similar interests so that I can have fun with like-minded people. But here’s what always happens. Someone says, “hey, you’re an excellent leader.” So, all the responsibilities get piled onto my lap and then I get abandoned. Then, it’s not fun anymore. Why do people always leave?

Too often, I feel used, betrayed, and just plain stupid for allowing it to happen over and over and over again…

I saw Bohemian Rhapsody last night. Alone. I hadn’t taken myself to the movies in months even though it’s one of the things that I love doing. A side effect of depression, I suppose. It was not a great movie. (I’m sure that had something to do with allowing Bryan Singer to direct, That guy basically ruined the X-Men franchise.) That being said, it was a look, albeit a cliche one, into how loneliness can be. For that reason, I was damn near tears throughout it. I feel very much that way right now. Freddie found his way, though. I can fine mine, eventually. Maybe.

I’m sitting back right now… watching everything. I’m still working on my health. Updates for you guys on Sober November. I’ve been hiding the scale from myself, but I’m down a pound and a half (it takes forever for us women to get going). I’m not drinking and I’m back in the gym. It hurts, but it’s good. Outside of that I feel like many things are missing. Maybe once I get myself together, it will all fall into place. I don’t know and I’m increasingly losing faith in that sentiment.

I do know that a change is needed and it’s needed soon. How big or how little that change is, I don’t know. I have no intention of leaving Florida anytime soon (for those that were worried). But, I’m ready for something very different. I’m ready to explore other parts of myself and what’s around me. I was reading a post by Dorothy (deyspublishing) about not taking root in places. That’s definitely been me. I often don’t stay one place long enough to take root. Sometimes, though, even when you do hang around long enough, you still don’t take root. Is it a lack of emotion? Is it fear? Is it the wrong place? Not sure what the case is here, but I still don’t feel like I have my feet planted firmly in the ground. That might be very obvious by the fact that I’ve had my stem so broken. Or perhaps it’s a feeling of being ripped out of the ground. Either way…

In any case, it was good to get this out and I welcome your thoughts if you have any. I have to go to the gym 🙂


Poem up at Spillwords!

My poem Crapulous is up at Spillwords. You can view it here.

Thank you so much to Dagmara K. and the editing department for this opportunity!

Music, Random

From My Playlist, Part 91 – Lauryn Hill

When It Hurts So Bad by Lauryn Hill. Just because. For the ones we miss.

Mental Health, Random

Sober November – Day 1

I’ve set some goals for my emotional and physical health that I started working on today (last night technically). I’d love for my WordPress family to cheer me along!

1. Sober November, Part 1. I mean this in a couple of ways. The first is the most obvious. I intend not to drink for the entire month. This seems easy to some, but I’m not sure it will be for me. I love me some whiskey! I don’t love me whiskey belly. So, while the guys aren’t shaving, I won’t be drinking. Mine is harder, I think.

2. Sober November, Part 2. My depression and anxiety have been getting the better of me again, contributing to the actions spurring goal #1. I nearly had a meltdown in my way home from work. That’s the second one this week. It’s Thursday! I need to relax more and chill out.

3. Lose 51 lbs. Those of you following along know of my weight battles. If you haven’t, here’s the recap. Out of high school, I weighed 185. I was always tormented for being fat, but looking back it was a comfortable weight. In college, I did the college diet of alcohol and ramen and the regimen of walking everywhere (The University of Maryland is built on a hill, so that was fun). Got down to 155. Got out of school. Got a desk job and took a happy combination of antidepressants and birth control pills. Blew up to 285 over the course of a few years. Got really into my health in 2015-2016 and lost 92, putting me at 193. Enter antidepressants again along with antipsychotics. Up 43. If I can meet by 100 pounds lost goal and get to 185, I’ll be happy. Back on the diet and already down 1.7 pounds this morning.

4. Related to that, I need to get back in the gym. I’ve been a lazy, depressed couch potato. Depression affects us in so many ways, doesn’t it?

5. Continue on this road to and through change, so I can be a happier person. Pick better friends, go on more dates, do things I love, and stop spending so much time alone.

Got my back out there? Lovely. I’ll keep you posted.