Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Titles are for people who have their lives together.

I realized that it had been some time since my last blog post, so I decided to do a quick update to prove I'm still around.

I recently went on vacation and had a wonderful time in Washington, however, on the plane ride home someone infected me with their cold and subsequently an ear infection. So that was super fun. Because of it I have spent a lot of time in bed this last week and not much working on anything else.

I do have a new idea for an installment of my Kitty series. Unfortunately, I have not put anything together in Photoshop but I will leave you with this rendition my friend did using MS Paint. A true masterpiece.


Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Now please enjoy some photos of my cat.



The Skeleton in My Closet


The Skeleton in My Closet



There is a skeleton in my closet.

It hangs among my clothes.

I’ve hidden it there

So no one can see,

Because no one needs to know.

But every so often,

I reach through my sweaters,

And brush its chilly bones.

Mirror


Mirror



In my closet is a mirror.

And in that mirror,

Lives a monster.

I have never seen it,

But I can feel it peeking out,

From the crack in the doors.

Every night it watches me,

With glowing eyes.

I try to catch,

A glimpse of it,

But it always escapes,

Back behind the mirror.

And all that stares back,

Is me.

Tremble


Tremble



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.

How can things be that bad, you were fine yesterday.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.

Things can’t be that bad, you were fine yesterday.

You are faking it.



I hear them tell me,

All manner of things,
As I sit and tremble.

Anxiety Is


Anxiety Is



Anxiety is…

The second hand of a clock,

Ticking faster and faster,

Until it is only a blur.

It is the minute hand,

Racing around the clock face,

As it counts the seconds.

It is the hour hand,

Counting the hours like minutes as they pass.



Anxiety is…

Staring at an empty page,

Begging it to fill in,

It is the irony of seeing the vivid pictures,

Perfectly formed in your own mind,

But the inability to find the right words,

And the fear you will write the wrong ones,

So instead you write nothing.



Anxiety is…

Hearing the same words,

One hundred times.

Then suddenly,

You no longer understand them.

It is the inability to comprehend,

Anything around you.

And the fear you will slip away,

Farther than you already have.



Anxiety is…

Begging someone, anyone,

For help.

It is admitting your deepest, darkest thoughts

To a doctor,

And being told,

You are in it for the drugs.



Anxiety is…

Coloring perfectly inside the lines,

But with a white crayon,

For fear if you use color,

It might bleed.