Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Ten For Tuesday Episode 185: Small Primitive Points
Primitive Teeth - Plastic
Dignitary Stylish - Tamo Junto
The Skints - Out My Mind
Coriky - Clean Kill
tricot - Bakuretsu Panie San
Local H - Turn The Bow
Pinch Points - Lifetime Member
Scourge Of Ians - Resident Expert Artpunk
Small Crush - Chicken Noodle
Mike Park - Keeping This Seat Warm
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Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.
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Mike Park,
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Scourge Of Ians,
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South Korea,
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Victor Rice
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
An Attempt At Writing A Haiku
Okay, For what it's worth I was sitting around with nothing better to do so I came up with a haiku. At least I think it is. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. Of course, I had to do it my way so there you go. This is based from an idea for a zine that I have thought about but not written yet. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Tail
I discovered
We all have a shit story
Inside our own head
Update: So it's a few hours later and this one popped in my head. It took about two minutes to write so that may attest to it's quality or lack thereof. I have no idea what I'm doing or why.
Actuality
A pondering mind
Is a terrible burden
When passion is gone
Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Hole
So I followed a link on Twitter to a poem from Ali Trotta that, for lack of a better word, moved me. I felt the need to, not respond, but get this out of me. Admitting this to myself isn't easy but it's part of my healing process I guess. Change though, I have no idea how to after so many years.
Hole
I don’t know
if I was born
Or shaped
this way
I only know
this way
Living in
fear
That I’m not
good enough
For people
to like
That I’m not
good enough
For a woman
to love
That I’m not
good enough
To exist
That any
woman will find
my love a
disappointment
and leave me
alone
If I’m
already alone
Why take a
chance
I have no
hope
No expectations
Only daydreams
Of reshaping
my past
They can
never come true
I’m left
with myself
Not loving
myself
Hating myself
Wanting to
change
Not knowing
how
You can’t
grow anything
When you
have a hole
In your
heart
Sometimes walls
are the
Only thing
you can build
No matter
how painful
Labels:
Ali Trotta,
anxiety,
depression,
low self esteem,
poem,
poetry,
poor body image
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