Stephen Pimley | Abstract,Random,Thoughts,Writing | Wednesday, September 3rd, 2014

I don’t like the idea of making a fetish out of attraction. I guess I understand why people like the simplification of a certain type of guy or woman being their “thing”. I am starting to believe that to be an arbitrary restraint they are putting on themselves out of naiveté. I can fall for any woman between the gender stereotype in designer clothing to the tattooed and pierced. I find that when you really get to know someone their personality either fits with yours or it doesn’t. Fashion and artistic taste in music, literature, and so on falls away into the background. There is something at the core of every person that can melt together and form a stronger alloy, or it can froth and boil in a dangerous reaction. …and sometimes a bit of both.

Stephen Pimley | Daily Life,Friends,Illness,Random,Thoughts | Thursday, August 22nd, 2013

I wish I knew what to say to make you smile. I keep folding my words onto fresh white paper and sliding them under the door of your cell. The only way I know you’re still alive in there is that my letters have disappeared by sunrise. If you could just once… scribble something on the back and leave it for me to find. Maybe then I could get through the night a little easier. Maybe then I could fall asleep a little faster. Maybe then I could smile myself.


Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts,Writing | Wednesday, July 24th, 2013

I lay you back onto the mattress and loom over with my hands on each side of your shoulders. Left is just enough enough space for you to wriggle free should the fear and memories flood back. Our eyes are locked and wide but I am no predator, and you are no prey. Bared teeth meet your earlobe in a pinch as I whisper all the words I can push out before our animal takes over. I am so cold and lost inside of this shell. Please come inside and find me, free me. The locks on our prisons were made to be broken without hammers, files, and bars. Still yet, just as much force, sweat, and screaming. I want you to sew up my heart with your hands and your lips, your moans and your hips. I need you to place your soul inside of me the same ways I place my body inside of you. We the lost souls of Earth, in order to form a more perfect union, establish trust, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote each other’s welfare, and secure the blessings of love to ourselves and our children, do ordain and establish this united state. Suspended in plasma… tears… passion. We are merged and unbroken. We are one.

Stephen Pimley | Friends,Random,Thoughts | Friday, June 28th, 2013

I am just a creep you talk to when no one else will pay attention to you. I am done with being cast aside the second you find something better. I’m not going to be here to fall back on when you come around again. You have forfeited your humanity and are back to just letters on a screen.


Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Sunday, June 23rd, 2013

If I ever fuck up and say something that upsets you so much you don’t want to talk to me anymore please don’t take from that experience something negative. Don’t think it means you are better off not sharing your feelings and secrets or trusting people just because I can be an idiot sometimes. I am just one imperfect man in a herd of seven billion imperfect souls and if there is anything that history has taught us, it’s that generalizing a mass of peoples by the actions of one always ends terribly for everyone involved.


Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Sunday, June 23rd, 2013

I know what you see in the mirror isn’t beautiful. I know that every compliment you hear is deflected by the voice in your head that tells you they’re wrong or lying and they just don’t know how worthless you are. I’m here to tell you that you ARE beautiful. Through our eyes, we see you as you really are. It’s going to be tough. It’s going to take you through the worst corners of your mind and back. What I can promise you is that if you open your heart to others, one day you’re going to look into that mirror and it’s going to hurt a little less than it did the day before. The next day some horrible person may call you “fat” or “ugly” or “slut”. You may fall back on your old habits and feel it was pointless to even try. You know what? That one day you felt better, no matter how little it may have been is PROOF that you can heal. You can heal one day at a time for as long as it takes, no matter how often we have to slap another layer of mortar on your foundations. Listen to the voices of all the kind and honest people in your life that see YOU in the mirror and smile back. Someday you’ll find yourself when their voices become yours and you tell yourself, “I am a beautiful and wonderful person and nobody will ever take that away from me again.”

©2013 Stephen Pimley

Random Thoughts #1

Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts,Uncategorized | Sunday, June 6th, 2010

Were I to be known only for my merits and deeds I would not be known at all.

The only legal systems that make perfect sense are impractical and the only legal systems that are practical make no sense.

Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Sunday, February 1st, 2004

There are things we do that at the time make little sense. We have our reasons, or so we believe. Asked about them at that moment our answers would be far from convincing to an outsider. In retrospect, these actions eventually degenerate into making absolutely no sense even to ourselves. Even while knowing this to have been the case in the past, and diligently analyzing our future urges, very little can be done to avoid the same pitfall time and time again.

Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Sunday, January 18th, 2004

As much as human contact remains an instinctive desire I find it highly overrated and unnecessary.

Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Friday, January 16th, 2004

I am the knot untied and frayed.  My former life a noose I miss.

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