Chewing On Glass…

Dear readers… These might get used again someplace else… at least that’s what I have been telling myself for a while now… Either way I wanted to break up the monotonous themes of lately with something a little different… and get back to my roots a little bit…

A chameleon can change their shade but not who they are inside…

Creativity is a fickle bitch… In my head I am a failure… In my head I have never done… said anything… Looking back… the lie I need to keep going… Nothing is good enough… Because I’m not done yet…

We’ve always got to know we are right…

Because some people are born beautiful, some are born tall, and I was only born with what I got. I left that kid in the dust every night because being beautiful don’t mean shit if no one can see your face, being tall isn’t going to help you reach the bottom shelf, and I was born without the ability to give a shit about myself.

She already broke my heart… There’s not much left to fuck with…

The issue with creativity is that the creator knows what it takes to get where it is that they think they are going… however we submit to people to people who have no idea what they are looking for… Yet for some reason have already decided where they want to go… and it isn’t anywhere with you for reasons unknown… It isn’t talent… or effort… but a feeling… feels like shit is all I’m saying…

Made up of thoughts based on fears that don’t exist…

“You need to order more products.”
“Why?”
“Ran out.”
“Did you check the backstock?”
“No.”
“Tell me if you got a foot up your ass would you pull it out or just keep walking?”
“What?”
“My guess is that you’d just keep marching along without a care in the world. That is pretty obvious though. What I’d really like to know is how that foot got there in the first place with your head so deep up your own ass.”

Loneliness is a hard drug to stomach…

You can squeeze a stone as much as you’d like to get the blood. Drain every last drop… But one day you are going to have to cope with the fact that the blood is your own…

The thoughts haunt me when I’m not awake…

Fuck off… and here we go…

There is a story for another time in me… Filled with deceit and things that matter… Full of lies and things that make sense to only me… For another time I suppose… Forward in time…

Never could be comfortable in my own skin…

Humanity lost the war but kept going… Because there is no end to what we can destroy…

This shit will never change no matter how hard I try…

That is because sex is your weapon of choice but it doesn’t define you…

Depression is like wrapping a cold wet blanket around your head… For the most part you’ll be fine… get use to it even… but you will always feel it weighing you down…

Because we are all martyrs looking for our cause…

I spend most of my time shouting in the wind… hoping someone will understand that I’m not just shouting…

Were you expecting more?… No one should expect too much from me… barely alive… it’s amazing I can see anything at all… If this got you going… You should read the stuff that actually made the final cut…

Broken Thoughts Vol. 1: Between Me and You
Broken Thoughts Vol. 2: The It and The Is
Broken Thoughts Vol. 3: Chasing Ghosts

All available on Amazon… Paperback… Kindle…