Life and Legacy – Frightened to be forgotten.

As a young man in my early twenties I likely sound overly eager and pretentious to be speaking of legacy. Legacy is for the elderly, and for those soon to shuffle off of this mortal coil, and I should not worry myself with such things... Right? Wrong. This mentality assumes that we mortal beings have …

Can’t make it beyond the keyboard.

  Will I forever be chasing my muse? Oftentimes that seems to be the case. I want to write, to make, to create. I want to put words together and for them mean something. I want to cover a blank page with little black lines and shapes that when observed together can become an entire …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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!   …

Dealing with depression: Why I won’t be there.

Depression is a horrible, isolating disease. It saps your strength, your will, your energy. It leaves you with no soul. You feel horribly alone but you just can't bring yourself to face anyone. You feel like you can't see people because of what they may think of you, how you may treat them, how you …