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In August I ordered Home Chef for the first time. I want to give a few things I liked about it and disliked. I will start with its advantages.
Continue readingWhat is radical acceptance? The other day one of my best friends said in a chat group, “People really need to learn to radically accept their disabilities.” This prompted another person to say something about not having heard of it, which confused us because our whole chat was a bunch of people who radically accepted they were disabled. Some of us were doing so, it seems, with no idea what the word for it was.
Continue readingWhen my rage builds like the bursting flame
Shattered through my veins like glass
Glittering painful cutting my soul,
Hoarded deep the surface rage Continue reading
What shade of me am I today
am I light, childish and mewing
Dark, ancient, and brooding
Am I the educated Geologist?
Or the observant parent?
Am I the myrid of diagnosis
That dot my chart?
I am simply… Damien
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longing to whisper the name on lips
untainted by false conversations
Anika goddess of time abide me
Sora my stormy moon fly to me
No my darling Sakura tree
I know it can never be
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DonateDonate monthlyDonate yearlyI dream of empty spaces
rooms vast and void
no faces
an endless sea of agony
I dream of dark despair
no light to find for me
The people do not care
that others outside dying
Wake us please
I no longer wish to dream
the nightmare the disease
is callousness of men
A shadows pain in icy vein
Doth carve the shallow path
Down the road with no redemption
Is this sweet death at last
Alas tis not, we the dark eternal
Live forever pulsing crystal beats
Within our chest as if a heart
Everlasting carries the memories
Let us crush the stone, a curse
May we forget who we were once more
A torrent of words meant only for my sorrow
Why then? does one not know the dreams?
entertain not idle fantasy, Sora the illusion
Ignore and chase nothing for reality is here
In fire and air Aldra and Kyra ignite
but me i exist in boring monotony
I fought the dark the void of mind
India’s maiden returns like dashed hope unkind
A dreary storm for stronger men
A monsoon my soul it rends
why be sad when joy abounds
I have a love yes more than one around
sweet beloved spouse of mine
and lady Sora in dreams to find
when I need compassion to plead
I can lean on my pet my dear Kitty
Not alone yet solitary not deluded no
I fight the dark with these
plead I then to ask why remind me?
A world cold empty vain
void king deserves no name
Lost in ice forever cold
Bury now this decrepit soul
I try to break the chains
Tight around me
Suffacting my will to write
Erasing my drive for poetry
Is there no romance?
Passionate emotions linger
Do I have nothing
My words a bee with no stinger
I cannot find my soul
Mired in my despair
For all the love in the world
I am alone and none care
I am a writer who often dawdles (wastes time). So here I am, procrastinating by talking about organization, writing tips, teaching writing tips, and other random things to keep up my writing habits, when I should be writing my novel, and here you are, dawdling as well. C'mon in and join me for some dawdling (and pretending we're not).
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