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Why would someone fight? What could possibly motivate a mentally healthy person to get locked in a cage, in their underwear, and have a fist fight with another man? If it’s not for ego; if it’s not for vanity; if it’s not for pride; then why? Why would a good person fight? What could possibly be the philosophy of ‘The Fighter’? What happens when it’s no longer a trauma response? What do we do with the strength we acquire? What would a good philosophy for a fighter be? Well, l

Why would someone want to be a writer? Why would they want to spend a thousand hours alone staring at a computer screen, typing? Why would they want to do a thousand hours of research? Why would they want to use their emotions to create art? Why would they want to open up their heads and let strangers in? Why would they open up their chest and bare their heart for everyone to see? Is it for fame? Is it for love? Is it for acceptance? Is it to seem intelligent? Is it to transc

I knocked on his door and waited. The wind hit my neck, And a chill ran through my bones. After a full minute, He finally opened the door, And stood there, Blinking at me, Not saying anything. “Er, hello?” I asked. “Hello?” he repeated in a gravelly voice.  “I’m here to rake your pine needles. Mrs. Bell said you needed help. You are Mr. Ogers, aren’t you?” He didn’t say anything. “You don’t have to pay me or anything.” He grunted and nodded.  Then he turned around and walked

A duck, Named Charlie, Waddles between my legs, right by my feet, Looking up and squawking at me, Asking for snacks. I almost tripped over him about 17 times already. He actively tries to eat my shoelaces. Frggin Charlie. I’m baking a pie for my lady today, On her 33rd birthday, And then dinner. The dogs whine by the door, Begging me to take them out on another walk, But she’ll be home soon, And I still need to start dinner. She cried this morning. She always cries on her bir

A life well      lived    One      When at the      end     We can look      back at      Without telling ourselves      any lies       Without playing      pretend       And  feel  it        within       A peace from a life        well lived        One with no       regrets      Perfectly     content    in our      last moment . . . There is no need       to fear the end     If we know      we didn’t just live    But that      We were     in fact             Alive   To face

Let go of your ego. Let go of your pride. Don’t run and hide from the monsters of your own creation. Turn and face the past. Learn and grow from it. Do not ignore it. Ask for forgiveness, And forgive others— They secretly are you, And they know not what they do. Give them grace. Give them love. To hate is a disease. Breathe and believe. Breathe and believe. Let go of the self. Ask others for help. Be kind. And be mindful. Let go of your dreams. Let go of your schemes. Just be

Nothing can last forever Even December ends Even the rain cries Everything And everyone Dies Even the rain cries Even December ends I just don’t want my life to end with December I want to remember the fall And not crawl into bed Avoiding the demons in my head Until spring I want to remember the fall I want to live again But: The leaves fall The grass dies The sun sets The regrets stack up And I can’t die until I try to fix my mistakes I can’t fall of this tree When so  much

Tell me what you need. I need help. Tell me what you see. I see nothing. Tell me what you know. Hurt. Tell me what you are. A shooting star. Tell me what you fear. I fear death. Tell me what you wish. I wish to be with her. Tell me what you dream. I dream of true love. Tell me what you’d sacrifice for it. Everything. . . . You’d sacrifice everything? Of course. You fool of a man.  Tell me why I am a fool. Because you walk right into a meaningless sacrifice with no remorse for

A man catches a bug in his hands And brings it outside To set it free Instead of smashing it with his hands And a child  Stares at wonder At the fire hydrant As if it was magical The old lady Gives me hug Simply because She hasn’t seen me in awhile The girlfriend Mails her long distance boyfriend A book, some paint and brushes For their date nights She promises to love him in all of his forms And he believes her The water nymph Climbs out of the water And transforms Into a dr

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Equinox, The perfect balance of light and darkness. I like the light, But I thrive in the darkness. I love planting seeds, But now is the...