In the small town I grew up in, we lost an inordinate number of our friends to teenage suicide. I didn’t understand it then, and even now can only speculate as to the reasons these young souls saw no reason to continue the struggle that life must have been for them. Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for Dark Side
Things I Thought Were Mine
Yesterday, I wrote about the many people I’ve left behind, then, unexpectedly, had conversations with four of them. The following is about one of them; true story—sad, but true. I’ll be seeing him, two of the other four, and hopefully more of my childhood pals in about a week, when I return to the scene of the crime… er, I mean my childhood. Please! Do not alert the authorities! Read the rest of this entry »
Wanting Something
Do you ever think about an old friend, and wonder what happened to them; where they are now? Do you wonder why you lost touch with them; why they didn’t care about you enough to stay in touch, and remain a part of your life? I do, and it usually comes down to the fact I didn’t try to remain a part of theirs. It’s one of those things I tend to beat myself up about. Maybe I’ve got time to fix it. Read the rest of this entry »
I Should
I know people who live with anger, hate, and bitterness so entrenched in their mind and heart they cannot see good in anything. Their life is one of misery, devoid of joy and peace. It pains me to see them so, because I know what it’s like; I’ve been there. But there’s nothing I can do for them; one has to cast off his own demons. It’s a personal thing. Read the rest of this entry »
Somehow Somber
It’s Friday, and Kellie Elmore finally posted the prompt for this week’s Free Write Friday. She thought maybe we could write something using the following words: lazy – rain – perspective – glint – somber – trinket – static. I gave it a shot. Read the rest of this entry »
No Place to Hide
I wrote this last Friday, but decided the introduction to it was a better write, so I wound up posting it (the introduction), in the form of the poem, Right or Wrong. Read the rest of this entry »
Right or Wrong
I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t like to chime in on the craziness going on all around us. After a while it all sounds the same and the words become meaningless. The world has seemingly gone mad, and the constant cacophony of “information” is deafening. I keep wondering when it will fade and there will be nothing left but white noise. Read the rest of this entry »
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