A disturbance enters

My cognitive realm.

I am aware

Yet always


Delirium soaks

my consciousness.

My thoughts are

Sopping wet.

Weighted down

By confusion

Of what is reality.


Were proven

To slow me down



Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

My skin still clings to the bone,

Though I grate it generously,

Careful to peel off all filth.

My metronome sings numbers.

I follow her beat religiously.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.


I’m fine most of the time,

until I lay down at night

and attempt to relax.

When I let myself drift,

I panic and wonder

what tragedy is going

to hit me in the face next.

The anxiety weighs on my chest

hard enough to make it cave in.

An audible crack resonates between my ears.


Not the best flow, but here’s my nightly poem.

When crying out for help

Makes you weak minded,

But releasing your pain

Makes you selfish

And other people frightened

How do you escape

The never ending cycle?

When driving your car

To the supermarket

You think, wow

that’s a steep cliff,

I wonder if I’d make it?

You talk yourself out of it

Because with the fall,

There’s still a slight chance

You’d wake up and

Have to face it.

Chasing Cryptic Creatures Update

Hit a block again for quite some time. Happy to say I’m back at it. Writing on the daily is my new goal. My current big WIP is sitting around 23k words right now. I’m hoping to make it to 40k by December. Wish me luck 🖤


Chest pounding,

Gasps part my lips.

Who’s there?

Is it you again?

My imaginary friends.

I see you creeping by.

My eyes are older now,

But reliable enough.

Why do you only visit

In the corners of my mind.

Renewing all self doubts.

Hello? Are you there?

Always gone in a blink.

Petrifying, eyes flash green.

Where are you?

Why must you hide?

You’re laying low

Making sure not to be seen.

They think I ‘m lying.

They say, “It was only a dream.”

Gasps part my lips.

Chest pounding.


Endless slumbering

Reminds me

I’ve submerged

Back into darkness.

Water seeps

Into these veins.

I tell myself

It’s harmless.

A bitter coldness

Begs me to wake up.

But I find familiarity

And comfort

Eternally, regardless.

Family Ties


Bloodlines tether would be strangers together.

Though, personal cosmic affinity always remembers.

Stars lead the pathway, defying normalcy,

Guiding souls to one another eternally.


Critiques welcome.

51 Great Similes to Spark Imagination


I love similes. They say more in 5-10 words than a whole paragraph. They are like spice to a stew, or perfume to an evening out. They evoke images far beyond the range of words.

Simile–the comparison of two unlike things using the word ‘like’ or ‘as’.  As bald as a newborn babe. As blind as a bat. As white as snow.

Wait–no self-respecting writer would use those. Similes are as much about displaying the writer’s facility with her/his craft as communicating. We are challenged to come up with new comparisons no one has heard before. I’ve seen contests on writer’s blogs for similes and most leave me bored, if not disgusted. It’s harder than it looks to create a simile that works. Look at these I found on G+:

  • #1 – Being with him was like sitting through a Twilight Marathon, all sparkles and self-loathing.
  • #2 – She…

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