Submissions by wordaholic

Being a writer, stories stacking up on your mind slowly. Dripping with
creativity. But piling so quickly the words get clogged on the way
out.

Knowing you’ll never be on the cover of the Readers Digest or Time Magazine.

Being a photographer, eating yourself inside out for the right color
balance. Burning the tips of your fingers off just to develop that one
perfect print.

Knowing you’ll never be on the cover of National Geographic.

Being a person, scratching daily at your biggest insecurities.
Examining yourself on that big mirror,...

A rush of adrenaline or a drag of a cigarette.
We live in a fucked up world.
Take another swig, man. Who gives a shit? You’re just skin and bone anyways.
Nobody will miss you.
We do what we can to get by,
spanging change at a gas station for smokes
for booze
for drugs,
Let’s test our livers tonight,
you call it addiction
and I proudly agree
It’s not like you nonsmokers arent addicted
We all have our habits
What, you don’t chew your fingernails? You don’t try to scratch your skin
off of your bones every couple minutes with your...

Stars swelling behind my glittering thoughts

Freckled with stardust, we breathe creation

Glimmering moonshine strobes beneath our skin

Dancing rhythm in sync with the ether

Kindred souls are born ‘neath pregnant night skies

With thoughts a glow and brightness unalike

Sunlight, putting a rest our stirring ego

Elixirs of existence filling full

Chakras and Chis, swirling movements with love

Harmony of the sleeping engulfs dreams

Melodies of thought consume what’s real

Swaddling souls with love of a...