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Hope is a funny thing.
It can seem lost,
Buried under miles of earth,
Sunken to the darkest depths of a cold, lifeless ocean floor,
Locked away f..
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Sorrow is a bull_hit feeling!
It makes me feel weak and vulnerable,
And that's bull_hit!
Sorrow feels run-down, ready to quit.
I choose anger.
An..
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Anger builds up,Indulgence and self-pity boil-over in my head.I am a caged animal backed into a corner.The hair on my back raises, A snarling lip reve..
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I used to be wary of pills.They were for the sick, the broken.Then one day I became broken.My sickness is at a very microscopic level.I take a little ..
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I tried to put into words how much the ocean and surfing mean to me.
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My mind numbs to reality. This by design.Fabricated by prescriptions, exercise, and Eastern meditation."It's for the best," I tell myself."I can handl..
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The perfect dayIt was colder than normal on the walk to the beach.In the darkness of predawn, the lines of the swell could be seen.Ocean smells, feet ..
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It seems like it would be so easy to slip.Stop the pseudo-bravery,No more false courage.Has this attempt at strength been for me or others...I wonder...
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I have a burden. It comes with a trembling right hand. This burden is often at the forefront of my thinking, and at its least, it never leaves the ba..
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