Author Archives: The Splintered Pencil

*Wild Card Post* Once again I don’t really have the energy to write. So I’m just going to tell you about a random experience I keep having. I feel like I disconnect from reality sometimes. I don’t really know how it happens, or what to call it. I just know that it’s distance, separation fromContinue reading “Disconnection Is a Weird Feeling”

*Fears Post* My family says I have too much irrational fear. That I should face the simple worries that make my Hands shake. And I tell them I will, Tell them I’ll confront the stupid thoughts That make it hard to function everyday. Tell them my head’s not a tornado Spinning the rollar coaster IContinue reading “Blanket the Fear, Ignore It, It’s Better That Way”

*Wild Card Post – If you can call it that* BTW, this first part is all rambling, there’s actual writing father down, if you care to read it. Okay, so basically my brain doesn’t function anymore because my very last brain cell has retired and found it’s way onto the polar express so it canContinue reading “Lonliness is a House- I Think.”

*Different Post* I was thinking about writing a narrative, but I’m just not feeling any type of writing today, so you get this instead. I basically just wrote two different poems inspired by song titles. I don’t know if I liked doing it that much, I feel like it took me a while for notContinue reading “I wrote poetry using song titles from my spotify playlist”

*Blue Ticket Post* -I got “Ice Cream” which only mildly relates to this post…. I really did try to make it work, but it just came out like this…. I used to be cold, frozen in the ridges of happiness. I would dance around knowing nothing could break my foundation. That this God everyone believesContinue reading “My life is like ice cream, temporarily frozen, but soon to be thawed.”

If I were to describe my family to you, I’d say we’re a rainbow. Created after a hurricane tore through life, And formed by the fragments left behind. Each of us a different color Representing the relationships between us. . I’d give my father red. Because the only association I have with him Is anger.Continue reading “After the Rain Falls and the Earth Drowns”

*Skeleton Post* The skeletons in my closet are different from most. They aren’t bodies I’ve racked up, Or relationships I’ve burned the bridges to. They are the pieces of me I’ve suffocated. They are the memories of myself I hated. The ones I stuffed down so deep, That the bones have begun to decay fromContinue reading “Far Below Six Feet”

*Wild Card Post* You have a collection of guns and knifes, Grenades and bombs. An arsenal stored behind your closet door. One that I see far too often. . You pull them out to be polished, Get a little fine tuning done. Claim you would never use them, They’re just there for security. But everyContinue reading “The Arsenal You Bought Because of Me”

*Wild Card Post Used a random word generator, got debt and inside. This is what came of that: . I owe a debt to myself. Created a list for everything with cause for punnishment Represented in notches. A sort of way to get even with myself. It’s become a daily routein. . Get out ofContinue reading “The Debt I Owe Myself”

*Love post uuhhhhh I really didn’t want to write this. But here you go. . As a kid, I was always learning. To crawl, to walk, to run. To talk, to eat. To do everything myself So no one else had to do it for me. . And as a kid, I learned about love.Continue reading “How I Was Taught”