What is being dead? Some thoughts on dying one day.

Today, my mortality hit me. There are things in this world that are entirely inconsolable to me. Things that I will never understand no matter how many hours I spend pondering upon them. It seems this brain of mine just isn’t built to accept them. I think on them, and my brain overheats. It breaks …

Do I overthink?

“You overthink things Jay” they say. You waste too much time analysing. Tearing things apart with your scrutiny. You think too much. But what is too much exactly? What is overthinking? How can that possible? We’re taught from when we are very young that we should always think about our actions before enacting them, but …

Living a life of fantasy.

When I began this blog t was on a whim. I so desperately wanted to be a writer, 'twas my deepest desire, buried far away in the recesses of my heart, and yet some how I felt as though I was making no progress towards this goal. I threw my thoughts at a blank white …

Something from I was a little younger.

Having utterly exhausted my brain for all it’s writing ability on other project’s, I thought I’d post something today that I wrote a long time ago, when I was going through a very dark period, having lost someone I loved very dearly. It isn’t massively fluid but its better than nothing I suppose. Here goes. …

Time to wake up.

Morning comes after a hard night of not sleeping. No matter how much I wish the sun wasn’t there yet, it still burns through the window bringing the mornings light into my own little world. The first battle of the day is still yet to be fought: getting out of bed. Seems such a simple …

Falling on deaf ears – a lifetime of prayer

[The poem sort of speaks for itself. Follow this man throughout his life] - My Mom and Dad say pray, my lord, So here I am right now, I’m not sure what to say, my lord, Please can my folks not row? - I want to thank you kindly, lord, For all the things I’ve …

My love, what have you done?

Some time a go, something not too ideal occurred in my life. Here is a poetic account of that occurrence. I'm not sure it will make all that much sense to anyone who isn't... well me, but I shall post it anyway.   My love, what have you done?   You just don’t know just what …

Has anyone seen my road!?

I've been on a bit of a depressive bent lately (you might have noticed) and I keep letting that depression bleed over onto this blog. I say 'letting' as, while I do and am using this blog for a kind of web catharsis, I also think its important to put the thoughts of a typical …

To be a Quitter – A miserable existence.

Ah, to be a “quitter”. A life I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. The smallest tasks and simplest commitments become treacherous journeys and insurmountable hurdles. You run from anything that begins to press upon your mind, you start to undo or unravel any responsibilities you have towards it so that you can escape the burden you …

Poetry of emotion: Finding my hope in the darkness.

  Written during one of my depressed little thunderstorms. I was not having a good time. But, I do like to try and put a positive spin on things as much as possible. I'm told it helps. And I've found that to a certain degree it does. So watch out for the positive spin!   …