Living With OCD: The Subtle Ways it Can Govern Your Life

Over time, I began to realize more and more how strange I probably came off to people by doing stuff like this. It would make the other person think I’m subtly acknowledging an imperfection or something. Messed up hair, wrinkled shirt, whatever. Which wasn’t at all what I was doing, but it probably appeared that way nonetheless. … More Living With OCD: The Subtle Ways it Can Govern Your Life

Reevaluate

Driving forward in reverse Yet asking why I’ve stopped Climbing up while being down And wonder: where’s the top? Try to move by holding back Is that how I’ll progress? Or have my actions been for naught But coping, and regress Questions, they have haunted me While reason hides each day Perhaps I chose a … More Reevaluate

The Old, Wise Owl

Somewhere in the trees tonight Though hidden, sits an owl I hear it through the window, ask “Whose spirit guides you now?” “Memory is not a haven” “When darkened, is the past” “Safety lies ahead for they” “Who fight until their last” Words he spoke, this owl outside Intent, I listened in I gave them … More The Old, Wise Owl

Three Wise Men

Three men sat down, they all wore crowns Around a fire, they all met Each had one goal to set down But each would argue how to get Get the goal they all dreamed of A world of laughter, fun, and love  Each had pure intentions, see It was their methods; disagreed It was Lord … More Three Wise Men

Cherish

I drove in thought, as tend I do On whim, I paused as I passed through Pulled aside and spent the day Atop the bluffs, where my dog played And though he is not with me now I felt him there, some way, somehow The moss, a feel of fur it had The breeze, sound … More Cherish

Worlds of War

With the birds I share this view, indeed Yes it’s lonely, but it’s the only Only thing I seem to see Flying high up in the sky Looking down on things below See amidst, we’re so transfixed On that which sells tix to the show And yet if We flipped the switch Then maybe we … More Worlds of War

The Spark

Tipping points Just what are they? A phenomenon that doesn’t play They serve as words you need not say Their meaning scoffed, and tucked away It’s easy to go through the motions As if we’ve brewed naive cold potions That way we can brush the rug But really it’s a hole we’ve dug It’s effortless … More The Spark

I Love You, Dad

I love you, Dad I know it’s sad But time has passed and things are done I don’t hate you And this is true Because Mom said love everyone This life I’ll live I will forgive Forget the things that dragged me down I love you, Dad It is so sad I wish there was … More I Love You, Dad