Tag archive: disillusionment
Poetry as Therapy pt. I
I’m working on a blog post for Scriptwriting about poetry as a form of therapy, which will go up this weekend, but for right now I thought I’d post an example of that. I hate that Dr. King and IWU… continue reading »
Txt Msg
Sometimes this is how I feel. Also, I never text like this. — Txt Msg God, why ddnt u answer my txt? I sent it ystrdy at 2 pm rght aftr I rolld out of sin It said help me… continue reading »
Grace grows in winter
Grace doesn’t grow in the springtime. Grace grows in the winter, when everything’s dead, when life is the brown sludge beneath your rubber boots. It comes as a surprise. We talk about life as having seasons. In the spring, life… continue reading »
one by one by one by one
3.Late Novemberand God is deadlike the maple trees and the leaves falling out of them. You did itwith a handful of the foliage of God, yanking leavesone by one by one by one—just so you know he’s gone:he’s dead. God… continue reading »
Relationships are always in flux
I told Nate I’ve forgotten how to write prose–perhaps I have. I’ve been writing poetry a lot lately, mostly for class, and I’ve written a lot of news stories. I haven’t had time to write creative prose. This blog may… continue reading »
and green and green and green …
II.Late Octoberand the Norway maple hasn’t turnedred or orange or whatever colorNorway maples turn. Todayand tomorrow:an endless cycle of greenand green and greenand green and green. Through the windowthe masochistsslit their wrists,crying but with bliss. — Author’s note: “Things that cause… continue reading »
Broken-down thoughts.
George MacDonald said, “Poetry is the highest form of the utterance of men’s thoughts.” Sometimes when I’m thoughtful and pensive and nostalgic and lonely and upset I write poetry. 1.I told God to sleepOn the couch. TonightI’ll sleep alone with the… continue reading »
There will be snacks
College makes me cynical. I used to be so optimistic and hopeful and daydreamy, but ever since I started mingling with so many like-minded people with their stupid morals and stupid agendas* … ugh … I’ve grown exhausted. Optimism used… continue reading »
A cynic’s take on Summit Week
Life has been going well. My work load has lessened; my classes still interest me. Ironically enough, I feel it’s as good of time as any to write about cynicism. Maybe I won’t have to label this blog with “rant”… continue reading »
Though it linger, wait for it.
A conversation: At dinner.LAUREN: (Stares down at her food, not talking.)MOLLY: So how are things?LAUREN: Uhm. Stressful.MOLLY: Don’t you have anything to be excited about?LAUREN: Uhm. Not really. That conversation depresses me. In fact, you might think that I might… continue reading »