Anger is like snakes
coiled, ready to strike
and kill with venom
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Daily Quote: What is Cynicism?
“Cynics are – beneath it all – only idealists with awkwardly high standards.” ― Alain de Botton
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Daily Quote: Being Honest about Mental Health
“If we start being honest about our pain, our anger, and our shortcomings instead of pretending they don’t exist, then maybe we’ll leave the world a better place than we found it.” – Russell Wilson
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Daily Quote: Blowing off Steam
“Right or wrong, it’s very pleasant to break something from time to time.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Scream (a 6-word story)
Orange Sky (a poem)
Desert sands of deception
flames of futility
growing in the wilderness
under an orange sky
baking us at record temps –
Our Planet is dying
screaming, crying
and she’s angry.
(Photo from Insider.com)
Note: This poem was a meditation on the wildfires happening in California right now. I haven’t read much about them, but I do know that much of it is being caused by the increasing damage of man-made climate change.
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Coping with Uncertainty
We’re living in dangerous times. Some people (like my girlfriend) seem to be able to cope with it better than me. For me, though, a lot of the things going on in the world have me feeling very on edge.
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When Democracy Died (a poem)
When democracy died, I was reading Kafka –
gunshots blared + factions fought for ideals
they thought worth dying for –
TVs tuned to Washington +
the White House went dark,
troops marched + destroyed dissidents.
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The Hate Inside of Me (a poem)
I only wanted love from you, but loving you was pain –
the laughter one day, followed by grief and terror
from whatever state you happened to be in.
I ask myself, “Who were you?”
You discarded me like an object and
closed off that side of yourself
that seemed to contain the Devil.
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Sheep (a poem)
Rows of cars jammed at traffic lights
grind over asphalt – horns bleat like sheep
we’re all sheep, choking on exhaust.
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