::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, May 25, 2013


Fuck you and your preconceived notions about beauty. I am beautiful. 

Fuck you and your elitist attitude about the value of others. I am not worthless. 

Fuck you and your backward ideology about love. I will love whomever the fuck I choose. 

I am strong.
I am smart.
I am passionate. 

My thoughts and emotions matter.

My goals and dreams and hopes will not be smothered by the dismissive, elitist, and abusuve notions of any other. 

I am determined to overcome every obstacle you place in my way.

I will accomplish my dreams. 

Fuck you, and get out of my way. 

I am determined, I am angry, and I am powerful. 

Written several months ago, I found this scribbled on an old receipt. I may work with it a bit, this is the raw version.  Ordinarily I choose more elegant ways of expressing myself -- but crude language seems to have its place in some moments. Life is not spotlessly clean, and writing, as a reflection of life, is not either.  I hope the colorful language here does not offend. 

Wednesday, May 22, 2013


Sleep fails me again
As I spend
Another night dreaming of the future.

My mind too full of hope,
Planning for change and improvement,
A future filled with aspiration.

I reach out,
hoping to grasp some wisp of foreshadowing,
What is attainable?
What will remain a dream on a sleepless night?