Four Year Anniversary!

Yet another year has passed with us all in a strange place that I certainly didn’t see coming. You have all been so supportive despite the fact my content and schedule have changed, and that is such a comfort.

I used to list my stats of the types of posts, amount of followers, and more information like that; however, this blog has become much more of a personal outlet for me over the last year, so I will simply thank you again for all of your support.

I can’t say what is certain in the future, but I will continue to blog as long as I have content to share.

Sincerely,
Erik
Perpetually Past Due

Kitty

Previously: Three Year Anniversary!

Validation

Tell me I’m
handsome,
beautiful,
talented,
wanted,
needed.

Tell me that
you love me, that
you only want to be near me, that
you can’t live without me, that
I’m yours, and
no one else’s.

Tell me you’ll be there
for me, for
yourself, for
us.

Tell me I’m
worth it, I’m
not giving up, I’m
not alone in this.
Lie to me, if
you have to.

by Erik Shinker

At the End of All Things

We take a step, here,
at the end of all things,
over the precipice of the past.
Brittle pebbles break from the
shattered foundations of
what came before.
Dust and grit cascade over the cliff’s edge;
the foot hovers,
aware of the void beneath.

The torrential breath of change
buffets from behind,
pushing to cast us
forward in a leap of faith,
and hope for the future;
though, we are tempered by trepidation
because what could occur
other than free-fall?
How could we take what has happened, and
believe anything could come next
when our eyes see only the
abyss of the unknown.

But we take a step, here,
at the end of all things,
onto the supporting hands of
those who came before.
Risen from the void, they carry us,
as we hold their legacy within.
We find solidity, and take another step
into the beginning of
what will be.

by Erik Shinker

Disenchanted

Love does not exist;
at least, not that
splendid thing described by
the romantic and empathetic.

Now we search for something
to fulfill ourselves, rather than another.
What they give to me is
of import; more than anything
I could give them.

We compare ourselves and,
in a self-serving delusion to force influence,
coach others on how to be
beautiful, or
successful, or
better
like us.

We justify and force ourselves to
believe that sharing our
“success” stories
somehow uplifts others, even
when we spew the same platitudes as
every other entrepreneur.

by Erik Shinker

Keepsakes

Trinkets retained,
samples of penmanship, photographs, and
items once associated with
those now gone.

Snapshots in time, preserved in the
inanimate, the trifling, the
discarded. Things to be cast aside by
the unknowing, which carry meaning in
their motion through time.

Memories made tangible
call to mind moments
so easily lost.
Those of us,
left behind,
cling to the last scraps we still have;
awaiting the day we
are reunited.

by Erik Shinker

Casualties

Bodies stacked to line the
inside of 18-wheeled caskets.
Dead seeds line the core of
America’s big Apple;
its bloody cider overflowing due to
a lack of preparation at the highest level.

Families separated, as
isolation takes its toll despite the
empty reassurance that we are
all in this
together.

The veiled lie of post-graduation certainty
has been ripped from the brows of
college seniors.
A job in their fields was
never guaranteed,
and they learned this in the most violent way.

The things we once took for granted are
now gone,
changed forever by
a virus and the incompetence of
our “leader”.

But is change such a bad thing?
We have convinced ourselves that
things are, and
always have been, and
always will be.

But that isn’t the truth.
Change, as the saying goes, is the
only constant;
lives lived in flux and
the unforeseeable are guaranteed.

The reality of
our existence
can no longer be ignored;
we adapt, or
perish
with the lies we once held to be
self-evident.

by Erik Shinker

Shopping for a Significant Other

When did we stop thinking of others
as human?
When did we become commodities to
browse through as we shop,
items and products marketing ourselves
in the hope for an end to our loneliness?

Requested specifications include:
height, and
skin color, and
hair color, and
gender, and
sexual preference, and
location, and
so on, and
so forth, and
so what?

Qualify yourself to ensure quality,
judge others based on the
information provided and hope for
accuracy that cannot be assured.

Throw up defenses, obstacles, hurdles
to weed out the
undeserving. The elation of a match,
pulsing adrenaline and
released butterflies at the
prospect of a possible connection.

Happily ever after is
at your fingertips;
swipe to select
your next conquest
today!

by Erik Shinker