Someone set me free. Someone push me over the edge. Fuck with me, make fun of me, taunt me. Push me over the great chasm I so often stand upon and finally set me free. Allow me to succumb to my twisted desires and evil impulses. I am waiting for the time to come. Waiting for the chance to be set free. I know the day will come, it must, or I'll go crazy thinking about it.

“Reality is a cruel mistress and Fantasy is a kind one. The more I learn of myself the more fictional I feel. As if I am their love child, named Delusion, with an astral twin, named Dissociation. The Gemini of the Cosmic Zodiac, only one of us has the temper of a Taur... the other as aquatic as a Scorpion. Inhaling the vapors, Gemini caught a vision -- of the fall of Man. It began with a Fish. Got too lost playing with a...

I wish you were made of starlight. Or found with fireflies. I wish you were right And my mind wouldn’t lie. I can do a fair amount of CBT To rework the script in my head But it will still treat me unfairly While I lay in bed. On days you drown yourself in doubt And call on me to deconstruct your brain And we hang out for hours talking about How our brains like to accept the blame Those are the night the lies are soft and...

It’s 4 AM. My mother wants to drive. There’s nowhere for us to go, but she wants to tell me about Jesus, the devil, and music. It’s summertime. I don’t get to go to school. She has turned the radio knob up as high as it will go, and the sounds of pianos, guitars, and horns fill the air. My mother used to be a sexy singer in a cocktail lounge before her head got sick, all sour. Now, she collects checks in the mailbox, and...

I move my feetThey will not obeyI'm stuck right hereWhere I will stayI make honest stridesTo leave this placeNo one sees I try,It makes my heart acheThere's a block in my mindOr somewhere in my soulKeeping me behindKeeping me from my goalI need to find a way to clearThis consuming voidBefore I no longer hearThe sound of my own voiceThis is the first I could penDown from the deepI feel slightly lighterAnd it's simpler to j...

Yesterday I was optimistic as the sun, broad as the sky, impish as the morning mist. Now I bleed, slowly, like a finger through my letterbox. Today,the sky-hooks are embedded in my fllesh again, and I am dead inside.

It’s kind of quiet and peaceful, but not a good quiet. Not like a tranquil, Japanese garden kind of quiet. This is the eye of the hurricane, the calm before the storm; like the calm before everything you know disintegrates into ash and vanishes before your eyes. I enter my house warily, footsteps as quiet as I can make them, my hand inside my jacket clutching my penknife. Just in case. The door bangs shut behind me, and I...

This musing only available on Stories Space. if you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen."Pull yourself together!""Mind over matter...""Don't be so ridiculous.""Get a grip.""Just calm down.""Take deeeeep breaths..."If you've never suffered from a panic attack, you cannot possibly know what it's like. I like to think that empathetic people can understand it, at least, and maybe get an inkling of how it feels. Sadly...

Dedicated to combat veterans and PTSD sufferers, wherever they may be...thank you for your service... An Enemy That Haunts My Mind... In the middle of the night I lie in bed, Fighting an enemy that’s in my head. An enemy that’s always there, An enemy that won’t play fair. An enemy that haunts my mind, An enemy that is not kind. The price paid for doing good, Of doing like I’m told I should. Serving my country in time of w...

Here tears reign,And Self cannot be pulled togetherWhen Self is screaming, torn asunder,Where empty shell is welling up whilstEyes of others rollAgainst the failings of thisSelfish child,So called becauseShe cannot rule whatOthers hide and stow away.'Midst the back streets of her mind,Her common sense is raging cruelTo lash her weakness,Scorn self-pityAnd loathe the drama queenShe...Is?She knows not where or when they sto...

"We won't let them call it a break down this time,"  She says,  Wiping imagined stray hairs from my brow.  I want to laugh.  I want to cry.  I want to scream.  Medication is bliss.  I wonder their names.  I cannot control my lips,  Let alone form words.  So, mother you have won. What am I without my words?  My life's time consists of responses,  Under breath and at the top of my lungs,  To you.  I fight for the “I” of eac...

When the Leonids came into our world we didn't have any idea where they had come from. They appeared late in November as the annual meteor shower called the Leonids put in its appearance, and so some scientist somewhere called them Leonids. They were not anything like lions, of course. They were, in fact, more like rabbits in appearance. If you can imagine a rabbit with no ears and eight legs and no fur. They did have a s...

They keep telling me that I need to stay here, inside these green walls. They say that I need time to rest and time away from everything and everybody else. I don’t believe them, but I also know that it is pointless to argue with them. I am not crazy. I understand that you don’t get to swallow almost an entire bottle of trazadone and people think that you are normal. If I was not enclosed in these walls and this story was...