Blogging, Writing

When you feel like you don’t fit in with your Family

Disclaimer: Let me start this post off by saying that this is NOT me trying to bash my family. I am not pointing fingers, nor am I blaming anyone for the way I feel. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s myself. My insecurities, my mind, my problem. With that said, let’s begin. Whenever I write… Continue reading When you feel like you don’t fit in with your Family

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Blog, Blogging

Word of the Week Wednesday: Meraki (v.)

  Meraki (v.) To do something with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work. After a brief moment of consideration, I decided it was time to bring something new to the blog. MrHushHush Entries has been a tad dry here recently, I'll admit, and I apologize. So, without… Continue reading Word of the Week Wednesday: Meraki (v.)

Blogging, poem

Poem: Highs and Lows

Highs & Lows One second I say Hi the next I wanna go Then I go from Goodbye to Don't ever let me go I listen to my angel I always hear the devil so I can know what's right every time I do wrong One season I love you but seasons change Maybe I… Continue reading Poem: Highs and Lows

Blogging, poetry

Hiraeth |the home that doesn’t exist

Hiraeth is a Welsh concept of longing for home, which can be loosely translated as 'nostalgia', or, more commonly, 'homesickness'. Many Welsh people claim 'hiraeth' is a word which cannot be translated, meaning more than solely "missing something" or "missing home."https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiraeth 2019 Jordan Antonacci Hiraeth - A Poem I went home, butyou weren't thereI called… Continue reading Hiraeth |the home that doesn’t exist

Blogging, poetry

Broken Heartbeat | Poem

Skin like a canvas of white Upon which, my heartbeat I'll write With the blood I bleed through our years of pain I'll take the tears that stream and use their colors to paint We're walking to the rhythm of a broken heartbeat Still we dance anyway Dancing in the rain until the floods wash… Continue reading Broken Heartbeat | Poem

Blogging, poetry

Journal Entry 1: The Boy’s Mind

2:28 AM Tues. 2/25/14 The boys mind tosses and turns like a bipolar insomniac in the middle of the night he can't decide. He can't make the decision, any decision that may aid in solidifying a personal persona Is he this, is he that? Is he nothing? Where does he want to stay who does… Continue reading Journal Entry 1: The Boy’s Mind

Blogging, Life

Not Ready to Die

Hello fellow bloggers, readers:This isn't a feel good post--one which ventures out in search of likes and new followers. It's a reality post--the kind some will stop reading because it offers to shed a light onto something they've pushed to the dark. In this post, I'd like to revisit a topic that I've previously written… Continue reading Not Ready to Die

Blogging, poetry

Broken Arms | Poem

Crack the glass watch hours pass knowing damn well they're not coming back Yet here I stand in quicksand watching a broken clock that has no hands I reach out but with broken arms Wearing scars like wrist charms “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes.… Continue reading Broken Arms | Poem

Blogging, poetry

Into the Grey: Poem

Days they fade away into the grey but it feels so much better Light it waves goodbye into the night but it feels so much better You are back at my side This isn't life This here is so much better Within my night-like life you were the light at my side Some type of… Continue reading Into the Grey: Poem

Blogging

Visits from The Ghost of Christmas Past

You don't know what you've got till it's gone. Boy, oh boy... such a commonly used phrase, hm? No, actually, such an overused phrase. Right? Anyone else think it's overused? Just me? Eh. Then again, maybe it's not overused at all. If you feel like those words and the meaning behind them are repeatedly jumping… Continue reading Visits from The Ghost of Christmas Past