who cares? i am a religious realist (see Christian who tries not to be that stereotypical hypocrite, but often fails) and stand out in no way you should consider significant. a late blooming work in progress.
i write to release and i'm not depressed despite
+ more bio informationAccidental Suicide i am the paradox of an accidental suicide. i do not deserve to be capitalized. i have a seeping wound within my soul. i left here with vitriol and a bullet hole. From the outside they said i had it all, But this pall within encased by sin led to my fall. There was no note, but rather a novel left behind- T... More..
Living through death Survivor's guilt they call it. The unfortunate part about it is that you don't really survive, you die too. Others just can't see it and it's not quite as formal a ceremony and no one leaves flowers by your head when you're sleeping. And you go on, crippled and detached like some veteran of a foreign war... More..
When Zero Refills Remain: All of a sudden it's over. Like the last cigarette being crushed into the street's gravel by the unfeeling swiftness of a black-soled boot. Now the waiting can begin. Life isn't what goes on between dreams, but rather the realization that the dream has ended and the parade of traffic jams, wasted op... More..
One Less Good Person: I'm writing a eulogy for someone who is still alive. I'm writing down memories so I don't forget them. I'm paraphrasing wisdom so that I may pass it along to the next generation like a dominant gene. My mother is dying and I have known it for some time now. It doesn't make things much easier, knowing, b... More..
Just Another Day: If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. In case I am not dead and you know me and have just happened upon these frivolous lines of mental drool, I would appreciate if you would stop reading at this point. I mean it, most sincerely. Thank you. It should be assumed that I would never let anyone read these ... More..
Write Just Another Day If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. In case I am not dead and you know me and have just happened upon these frivolous lines of mental drool, I would appreciate if you would stop reading at this point. I mean it, most sincerely. Thank you. It should be assumed that I would never let anyone read t... More..
The Salad Bar Girl I didn't know the girl, her metabolism, her prior eating habits, her motivation, or how much weight she was trying to lose. In fact, the whole thing was really none of my business in the first place, but her table was adjacent to ours so in a sense I really had no choice but to be a third-party-omniscient ... More..
undiagnosed... I hadn't left my small studio apartment in four days and the staples of sustenance were running dangerously low. I was down to my last pack of soda crackers, a few granola bars, and a half quart of a warm Gatorade. Everything in the fridge had a layer of mossy-thick mold and the freezer held no purpose save to... More..
The significance of zero: As the clock slows and the machinations of the various cogs become clogged, the shadows grow longer. When things slow down and the events of the day wind up and draw to a close, when you are left alone and there are no demands made of you, that's when it you can feel it coming on. That's when the bl... More..
WE CAN STILL BE FRIENDS, RIGHT? I am no different from you, no better, no worse; the point here is that there is nothing special about me, my ex-girlfriend, or our relationship. It was status quo and standard operating procedure under the amicable breakup chapter of the dating handbook. You know, the one everyone skips over ... More..
Joshua Murphy
Oceanside, California US
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