SCC:  Floss’n in shopping malls and airports
November 3, 2013 – 4:17 am | Comments Off

Now to da bus of bullshytiness and why these peeps got to stop with da fvcking stereotyping!

A 19-year-old college student from Queens says he was handcuffed and locked in a jail cell after buying a $350 designer belt at Barneys on Madison Avenue because he is “a young black man.”

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Dialed in error
July 22, 2014 – 12:58 am | No Comment

She laughs sheepishly as she always do which brings a smile. She apologizes for calling and attempts to explain it was by mistake. Sure.

Two nights in a row this time. Syncing with the days that she isn’t home. I could tell that she just wanted to hear a familiar voice as the conversation ends as quickly as it starts. She proclaims she misses me and quickly inquires when I’m to return. I tell her soon. I try not to say a day due to the craziness of my job but I know I’ll see her tomorrow.

And that makes me cringe slightly. She’s become part of the family. But like the old ladies of my youth, she’s tiring. She talks me to death when I’m home. She’s distant when N is around but let me be on the neutral zone, oh she just won’t stop. It’s impressive.

Last few times I was home with my work laptop I would IM someone of how impressive her nonstop stories are.

Guess I need to prep my ears.

Reality
July 22, 2014 – 12:57 am | No Comment

I’ve always said it’s bad when you lie to yourself, but hope will have you doing that and love.  Love will have you delusional.
I don’t think she cares for my new honesty toward myself and to her. My rose colored glasses are broken. The thing that haunts me most and keeps me up at night is the fact I can no longer see tomorrow.
I survive the days, barely. I’m often overwhelmed. I constantly push emotions to the …

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Broken
July 21, 2014 – 8:13 pm | No Comment

I sit here trying to learn what I can of my side kick through Facebook. She’s on the other side of the country. She found a Pho spot not far from her hotel from what I can gather through tracing locations via Google maps. I use satellite to “see”. 
My heart drops slightly. I’m saddened. In my mind there are so many happy moments but the soundtrack of her words haunt me. The nights she cried herself to sleep, …

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Time
July 15, 2014 – 8:26 pm | Comments Off

Time is the taker of the moment.  The manipulator of history through failed memories and devious intentions. The ever fleeting present that never exist in the now but only known through the records of the past. The keeper of inspiration, hope, and pain. The guardian of the future that never comes. The ghost of the ever present. The excuse of our failures when the future we hope for never comes. The chains of self torture because too often we …

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Murphy’s law
July 11, 2014 – 10:57 pm | Comments Off

One of those days. I’m swimming on paperwork from the last two weeks. Today I had to have s direct conversation with a peer that lead to a lot of…  Smh.
I know I’m near another episode of being overwhelmed. Anxiety attacks aren’t nice.
I’ve had multiple issues this week that have been “elevated”.
I’ve been placed on a couple of important committees that don’t help.
My yearly eval is due.  Today!  It’s 9 pm.
Situation at both homes …

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I
July 8, 2014 – 10:18 am | Comments Off

I get what I allow and I allow a lot. I bear burdens I don’t have to. But it makes me who I am. I walk gently but still choose to walk on broken glass. I cry silently and smile openly it is who I am. My principles require sacrifice where others scream i’m stupid but I know no other way. I hurt as much as I love.

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The invisible me that smothers me tight
March 12, 2014 – 12:23 am | Comments Off

flushed. arms heavy heart races slightly. a hollow feeling across my chest and torso. a tightening all around. naushia sets in. my mind races. attention span disappears. i fight the feeling of hopelessness and fear, yet I know I’m just a board in an angry sea.
that’s what my anxiety attacks feel like.
they are hell to fight. to keep them from overtaking me. to prevent them from shutting …

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glimpse of the past
March 9, 2014 – 12:33 am | Comments Off

today i slept in. really late. then watched ray the movie. but what happened later was something that hasn’t happened in a long time. i had the will to work on my upcoming school material. was able to jump from 18% completion to 48% completion.
got some other things done. even found myself multitasking for a few hours, which is something i haven’t been able to do in quite a second. …

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can’t fold?
March 6, 2014 – 7:40 pm | Comments Off

i’m sitting hear fighting back the tears. i’m typically really good at multi-tasking and getting stuff / shit done effectively, efficiently, and timely when it comes to work or life.
i’m not going to blame or point the finger but i’ve become silenced. i’m over whelmed. i’m left with the inability to think rationally or directly.
but i’m in a position that i can’t fold. i have the weight of eight people who rely on …

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from the well of emptiness
March 6, 2014 – 6:53 pm | Comments Off

in relationships love is the glue that binds the two when things get tough. keeps people together through the hard times.
i’ve learned in my life that love comes in many forms and that in the english language we have too few ways to describe our most deepest feelings of love and hate. sure we pretty these feelings up with pronouns, adjectives, adverbs, and slang filled with synonyms. but at the end of the day …

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Crying dry tears
March 3, 2014 – 8:45 am | Comments Off

My eyes hurt as if I’ve been crying for hours yet only a solitary drop had fallen. Have I forgotten how to let the water flow? No. I’m in public and I have my mask on.
I’m secretly disshuffled.  A mess. Fallen apart. A pile of excrement in need of disposal.
I have hidden from myself the words she has uttered.  I remember them not but the pain lingers.
I can’t believe I blocked out the lost ring. But …

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Hope
December 25, 2013 – 3:53 pm | Comments Off

There is hope for the two of them. They have their moments when she is actually nice and they are indeed mother and daughter.
They’re quiet. Too quiet. Sometimes the silence is too loud to my ears.
Even though she hates to admit it, they are just alike. Eerily alike. In every aspect, with few exceptions.
Who knew about this Christmas.

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Solidary Tear
December 25, 2013 – 3:40 pm | Comments Off

There are things that I can say just to make a proclamation or explanation to sooth the confusion that rages within.
Shout at the shadows in the chasm of light that things now are not like what they were then
I can try and be strong and stand here with bloodied hands, tall, and proud welcoming you in my arms
That I’ll continue to be the delusional knight that protects you from the evil while crushing you under the weight of my …

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