When someone does something unforgivable to you, especially someone you trust and placed all your love into, it never quite leaves your heart the same way. To form that delicate thing of trust, is like dangling all your secrets over a fire pit and baring your soul to scorn and risk the possible fumbling ofContinue reading “Water over Rock”
Author Archives: Glitter Buns
Star/dust
When I was young, everything inside of me felt full, aching and brimming to the surface with a warmth that shimmered when it caught light. It was a seeking light, curious and unweathered, all consuming in everything it touched. The world waited for me to touch it, to seek it out, and it answered likeContinue reading “Star/dust”
Small Town Ponderings: Part Two
Tourist trap small towns are the perfect place for that road rage, so often concealed during winter, to bubble up in near accidents and dangerous tailgating. Every year, tourists from all over the world load up in long tour buses, windows black as soot and stickers peeling away from the bus’s metal, too scratched upContinue reading “Small Town Ponderings: Part Two”
Shameless
I’ve asked myself, prostrated on this throne of all the memories of the times I’ve cursed my own name, to what it means to even exist. The courses of hatred run so deep within myself, and yet it is this final rejection that makes me fear none; the stone that casts the largest shadow avoidsContinue reading “Shameless”
Small Town Ponderings: Part 1
They are an interesting thing, such a midwest thing, such a drive-to-the-city-several- hours-away thing. They are like iron traps, small towns, tucked away in another century while having all the luxuries of the modern day. Yet, these pieces of the past cling to the elderly of the population who desire to have as little changeContinue reading “Small Town Ponderings: Part 1”
Rotted Clover: A Take on Dissociation
I am rotten clover, too dark of a green in the field of colors happy as spring. For all that I am, curled to some pathetic degree, offer very little to the scenes of people dotting the trail of my life. Their judgments dot the memories of my brain, like holes in cheese, acid throughContinue reading “Rotted Clover: A Take on Dissociation”
Ecosystems of Living
Death is like every attempt at authority that I cut down. It is fear that binds the loose to the detriment of living; of wandering in the apocalypse of hopeless romances of life full of success and validation. Death is such the looseness that defines where I cannot be, and that looseness devolves to chaos. Continue reading “Ecosystems of Living”
A Thought on Rain
I found an old journal entry that I’m reminded of every year as summer looms and it goes as follows: I’m still working through the whirlwind of emotions this week has brought. My tears bring me too much comfort and I refuse to speak my anxieties into existence today, so they will not be written.Continue reading “A Thought on Rain”
Bleeding Hearts
Today I went to the regular midwest tractor supply in midwest nowhere at the behest of my mom, for the mere promise that it would be “real fast.” However, as I dashed to the back of the store, I stopped for a moment by a rack with fledgling plants nearly stacked on top of oneContinue reading “Bleeding Hearts”
Getting to know your friendly ugly child
So you’ve somehow wandered onto a part of the internet you regret. Maybe good ol’ google search let you down. Well, there is no one certain way I can make you stay, but I hope that you will indulge me for a moment. Ugly child is a blog run by yours truly, made up ofContinue reading “Getting to know your friendly ugly child”
Ugly Child Blog 