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Crying is Passion

Crying is


for life

Feeling is through tears

not skin

Feel the pain

the joy

the loss

the happiness


Crying is not a sin

Embrace yours

your feelings

just cause

you want to

just cause

you can

let yourself


feel free



explore from the inside


don’t forget to shout

go all out






Iron Butterfly



comes in

your final

hours, days, months, years

of desperation

after you’ve already asked politely

then questioned confusedly

erupted in anger

fallen silent

and erupted again

began to hate everyone

for a day

and everything

for an hour

lies seemed like the

only flowers that bloomed

after meaningfully meaningless discussions

which you wonder

really existed

in your mind

is where it all began

you went left

instead of right

you forgot you had to fight

things seemed easy for a while

you lingered too long on a smile

and now

ironically eloquence

comes in

your flickering final

glimpses of sanity

you know you’re not going to win


you fly

How I write


How I write is hardly a way that people should emulate, but I’ll give it to you, as something is always better than writing nothing at all. For me, it has always been about scraps of paper. There’s something about being given a large 8.5×11 or a fully blank computer screen that says absolutely nothing to me. But, a piece of scrap paper? Yes. When I look at it, I know my words are always going to spill over and that I’ll need another scrap of paper to complete that great thought that gets greater and greater with every word I add. And then, those scraps of paper will start to pile up so high that I get annoyed and run to an 8.5×11 to rid myself of the clutter. Those 8.5×11’s build up and scream “Create an outline! Organize your shit!” after a few pages. Then, I do. And, after I do, I see a book just waiting to be fleshed out from every sub-line under a chapter in the outline.

I mean really, you’ve got to start small. How else is a good idea going to become a great one? Do you think books just fall out of the sky? Do you think that writing is art? Yeh, sure, it’s art once it’s done and everything has been all cleaned up, accounted for, and filtered, or added. But, in its raw state, nothing is beauty. Nothing is art except the vision we have and work so hard to finally reach. You’ve got to work for it. So, in all honesty, I see no real way to write and you should know this. You just write. Just like you just cook and whatever spills wastingly, you clean it up and find a replacement. Whatever tastes off, you throw it out, and start over again, or like a canvas, paint over it until that bad taste in your soup disappears. Let’s face it. No matter how you approach writing, you’ll have to do work. You’ll have to work over it and over it and common sense will always guide you in the right direction as long as you listen.