The title of this blog is brought to you from the song "Lonely Day" by System of a Down. When I was blogging on MySpace, I almost always titled my posts with song lyrics because they mean so much to me. As a poet and writer, words are my friends. If I can make people feel what I am feeling, if I can bring people into a world of my own creation just through words then I have done something big and beautiful. I really don't have a whole lot to say. I met some new people today and I haven't gotten to meet that many new folks in awhile, being stuck at home most of the time lately. I am writing with a frenzy now, but I am scared of living too much inside of my own head. It can be a scary place to be sometimes! Hell, who am I fooling? It's always scary in there!
Monday, December 5, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Ok, I am not used to being alone so much. So I write constantly and play my
llittle games on Facebook. I don't know what else to do with myself. I laugh at
my dog because he follows me from room to room when I realize I now understand
how he must have felt when I worked 30-40 hours a week and laughed when he
always seemed so happy to see me when I got home from work. I was denied for
disability for the second time yesterday and have my attornies on the case. Let
them earn their money! I have also been reading alot of Stephen King books
lately...He's a writer, I am not if I have to compare myself to him! Ok, I think
I am done rambling for awhile!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Wish You Were Here...
I used to blog tons on MySpace, but I have lost the taste to write about myself. Let me tell you why...
I wrote my autobiography this past year, "Am I a Phoenix or a DoDo Bird? A Memoir". It was excruciating to say the least. I was sick to death of myself and my head. Then I got sick, ended up in the hospital for three months, almost dying a few times in the process. I had to go to rehab and learn how to walk again as well. So, I am no longer sick of me. I am just happy to be able to sit and write again. I don't know what else to do with my life now that I am "disabled" except to write. I am at odds with my new life, I suppose. I have not been able to write any poetry and i gave up smoking for good because now I am on oxygen. These are aldo things that I am upset about. I know this first new post won't make fluid sense because I feel as though I am just rambling, but the liklihood of anyonever reading this is slim. Just like I believe only five people have read my last book. I know that I have told myself that I only write for me, but it would still be nice if someone would read my stuff!!!!!!!!!! I lost my father a year ago, as of July thirteenth and it still hurts. I wish he was here.
I wrote my autobiography this past year, "Am I a Phoenix or a DoDo Bird? A Memoir". It was excruciating to say the least. I was sick to death of myself and my head. Then I got sick, ended up in the hospital for three months, almost dying a few times in the process. I had to go to rehab and learn how to walk again as well. So, I am no longer sick of me. I am just happy to be able to sit and write again. I don't know what else to do with my life now that I am "disabled" except to write. I am at odds with my new life, I suppose. I have not been able to write any poetry and i gave up smoking for good because now I am on oxygen. These are aldo things that I am upset about. I know this first new post won't make fluid sense because I feel as though I am just rambling, but the liklihood of anyonever reading this is slim. Just like I believe only five people have read my last book. I know that I have told myself that I only write for me, but it would still be nice if someone would read my stuff!!!!!!!!!! I lost my father a year ago, as of July thirteenth and it still hurts. I wish he was here.
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