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Illogical Thinking

BAD-THINK BOOKS by HOLLY ANN SPRABARY

ILLOGICAL THINKING:

Simple minds be like…Basic minds be like…Childish minds be like…

COMING SOON:

‘MAGA Minds Be Like...’

Not So Deep Thoughts

SATIRICAL POETRY by HOLLY ANN SPRABARY

NOT SO DEEP THOUGHTS: 

Anything But PoetryVintage Poetic InsightPurposely Pathetic ProseLove Life Laughs (Poems)Emo Dreamer GeniusRead Aloud FailsJudged by My CoverWinning for SmartiesBrain Melting HeartNudes of My ExesTrailer Park QueenReal Gud Haiku

COMING SOON:

‘Vapid Daddy's Girl’

Broadwater

NOVELS by SHANE WINDHAM

NOVELS:

Hopeless Oceans

FREEBIE: Hopeless Oceans Bonus Chapter

Toxic Empathy

COMING SOON:

‘R.C.G.’

Guided Legacy Journals

JOURNALS by SHANE WINDHAM

GUIDED LEGACY JOURNALS:

Headphones Hall of FameHeadphones Hall of Fame 2Headphones Hall of Fame 3The Banter Bar JournalThe Rated Radio Podcast JournalThe Secret Me: A Biased PerspectiveThe Secret Me: A Biased Perspective 2The Secret Me: A Companion’s RelicThe Secret Me: A Companion’s Relic (The Naming Edition)The Secret Me: A Couch Potato’s Take (Table Game Edition)The Secret Me: A Couch Potato’s Take (Television Edition)The Secret Me: A Couch Potato’s Take (Video Game Ed...

Sights Unheard, Sounds Unseen

MASH-UP VIDEOS by SHANE WINDHAM

SIGHTS UNHEARD/SOUNDS UNSEEN:

5AM Essential11-2713 Reasons We Met14 Friends33 Cats51KA Battleflag ConceptA Bridge Above SoundA California StoryA Holiday Without YouA Sexy RideA Soundscape InsideA Wallflower LullabyAfrican ChrisAir EmmanuelAlpine RoxAmazing KornAmerica’s SmileAnimalistic DragonsAnother DanceAnti-Suicide Hour (feat. the Axis Squad)Aquarium StrangerAre You WhiteArwen + EowynAtomic WatersAutumn EvolutionBabies Swim to DawesBaby VibrationsBackwards NanaB...

POEM - Ruinous Blue

No revenge, because it was honestly

an honor to love you

No revenge, because you gave much

which you can never take back

No revenge, because you weren’t the only one

who got things wrong

No revenge, because you’re an entire block

of my autobiography

  

No revenge, because no thing of beauty

was built to last forever

No revenge, because I rightfully revel in the fact

that we are not the same

No revenge, because some part of me

always knew what you were

No revenge, because I genuinely needed

what your mess once a...

POEM - Rivendell's Daughter

Unlock the door of your enduring dungeon,

and join me in full view of the dying stars

Join me in the meadows of Middle-earth,

where the clothes may slip from our bodies

like rings from flattering fingers

I wish to taste your wine

until I’m too drunk to wage war

Return to me like a rune stone

Coax that hidden hand out of hiding

Unite our realms beneath the banner

of what communal magic yet persuades

an immortal woman to love a mortal man

And amid a mountain of gold and jewels,

I’ll look to you; my life’s true...

POEM - Some Hard Confucius-Say

Maybe you’re only sad to be who you are

because sad people told you that you should be

Good days don’t come naturally;

you have to serve as a guidepost

You have to believe in your own magic

before the world stands a chance

of following suit

Passion propels

Difficult things are never easy

if you insist on doing them the hard way

So plan for the worst, but

always hope for the best

Live for the experience,

not for what you can keep

  

Know that the world isn’t small;

it’s just that most of us don’t leave

our born-i...

POEM - Bring an Enemy

I have a confession to make;

it isn’t ideal or genteel,

and I’ve been carrying it

for numerous trips around our star

I am cooked-to-perfection

in lover’s lust with you

Should I say more?

No? Okay

  

I fall asleep somewhere between

the two of you

I’ve seen the three of us unfold

a thousand ways over

There’s discussion of how difficult

or unwelcome it would be,

before we eventually melt

into a blob of contented bodies;

challenges be damned

  

Nothing has made more sense to me

than getting sucked by your gravity

I want...

POEM - Forever Sunset

The climate here has changed;

we’re no longer in denial

Too often, we find ourselves

able to do nothing more than hold hands,

and marvel at the devastation

that a change of seasons delivered

  

It’s been two, ruinous years,

watching the floodwaters rise

as the wind flattens the forest,

and hailstorms break our remaining windows

Entire days pass on occasion

without me finding the will to lift

a single finger against this wreckage

Sleep and dreams, the only reminders

of that easy existence which we

might never ge...