Restlessness Stories

A poem about boredom

A collection of prose that discusses an issue from the author's personal point of view. The language is English. Here we go again. Censorship is to art as lynching is to justice. -Henry Louis Gates Jr.

6 chapters that holds it all, the love, the betrayal, the pain, the suffering, the healing. All written in detail, true events, true feelings that shaped every bit of this story.

It's kind of funny how the slightest sound or scent can call forth a multitude of memories and they come tumbling out - carelessly, thoughtlessly with no rhyme or reason. ********* 14/08/14.

If you can't hear me it's because I haven't started screaming yet. When you do don't disregard my words, they might not be the most eloquent or most important. But they are mine, and that counts for something.

Thoughts of a teen turning transforming into an adult....

The mind can be many things. Curious to see where it leads, having more questions than answers. As a worker in mind, everyone has a job here. The question is how long would it take to either lose your mind or get permanently fired from the one thing you're good at? Find out by reading, "Working in the Mind". And be careful not to trip over any loose wires :)

I write each night how I feel.

Buddhists characterize the agitated, restless quality of our negative thoughts as the Monkey Mind. Like a troupe of monkeys swinging through the forest, our minds rarely pause to savor the peace of the present moment. Instead, they move wildly from branch to branch, chattering and screeching about what we have or haven’t accomplished, how we fear we’ve failed or will fail. Our negative thoughts keep us in a locked in a constant state of worry while we fritter away the moments of our lives in a turbulent back and forth journey between what was and what might be.

An elegy poem on social anxiety

Dear Atlanta, I've been thinking....

My vents. Not a story Maybe. But my vents that could be turned into stories