Not crappy poem #9

Depression, black dog, go back to hell
From whence you came, I’m not your kin
I’ve fought you off before, and I will again
I’m stronger than you, you’re just a stain

I’m not going to let you win this time
I’m going to fight back with all my might
I’m going to take back my life, it’s mine
I decide my own destiny, not you

So go away, depression, and never return
I’m done with you, I’m moving on
I’m going to live my life to the fullest
And nothing is going to stop me, not even you.

Fuck the beast, that is you, to hell you go.

Short Story: about passion

I’ve been dancing since I was a little boy. I remember the first time I saw a tango couple perform, I was mesmerized. The way they moved together was so passionate and intense, and I knew that I had to learn how to do it.

I started taking tango lessons, and I quickly fell in love with the art form. I loved the way it made me feel. When I was tangoing, I felt like I was in a different world. I felt alive and connected to my partner.

As I got older, I started exploring other forms of dance, like waltz, foxtrot, and swing. But tango always remained my favorite. There’s just something about the way it combines passion, intensity, and sensuality that I find incredibly appealing.

Tango has become a passion for me. It’s more than just a hobby or a form of exercise. It’s a way of life. It’s my way of connecting with my body, my partner, and the world around me.

I’m so grateful that I found tango. It’s given me so much joy and fulfillment. It’s made me a stronger person, both physically and mentally. And it’s helped me to find my voice.

I know that there are some people who think that tango is only for couples. But I want to tell those people that they’re wrong. Tango is for everyone. It doesn’t matter if you’re male or female, young or old, tall or short. If you have a passion for tango, then you should go for it.

A picture paints a thousand words #3

So this is a painful one to put on. I know I’m trying to keep things anonymous but sometimes you just can’t avoid it. This picture is one I hate. I cannot being to tell you how much I hate the image. It is me at my worst. Too many pills, have probably been drinking, and now have the puffy pill face and you can see my brain rotting.

It’s a real brings-it-home picture of how things used to be and how far I’ve come. Maybe I should see it in a happy light. That, that was the old me and the new me is much better. He is much better just needs more support things. To me, that picture symbolizes everything that I hate about me. I’m sure there are much worse ones out there but this is the first I could find.

I was on subtex at the time. If I wasn’t sleeping. I was throwing up. Ugh.