Tag: death

Talking to you…Ocean eyes 12/19/19

When I experience a moment, I must share it. I already loved Alicia Keys, but I know now I'm a fan of Billie Eilish. I felt this moment...they sang the shit out of this song, in the most gentle way. Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish & Alicia Keys I've been watching youFor some timeCan't stop … Continue reading Talking to you…Ocean eyes 12/19/19 →

Expectations – October 20, 2019

Her death Smeared across my face Tangled my hair ~~~ I just prayed, or something like that I was strong enough ~~~ To see myself through And those I held dear Could weather the wrath I was about to Unleash ~~~ I no longer expect Much from others Except for The values I hold true

Talking to you…Brain Tumor 12/11/19

These thoughts come to you straight from March 10, 2019. Although, I feel them so clearly each and every single day. ^^^ I don’t ever remember you talking to us about it. I was scared to ask about it. It turned into the forbidden fruit,  I was not tempted. Or brave. Or I didn’t want … Continue reading Talking to you…Brain Tumor 12/11/19 →

A Mother’s Daughter – December 9, 2019

Her hair flowed wildly Untamed The scent of Tall grasses blowing Frantically framing her thin face Ever so pale With a touch of color Creating a delicate surface Painting her emotions Much like her hair She felt the world In each cell That built her being

Six Feet Deep – November 29, 2019

I’m stuck in a hole Six feet deep I’m yelling and screaming But you’re too far away No where near I’m on another planet Lost in outer space It’s dark And I can’t breathe I see you through my telescope Comfortable And warm

Talking to you…A wise woman 12/9/19

When holiday traditions bend and fold, change is ever present on the fastly approaching horizon. A woman, was once told by her father, “you just don’t get it.” In which the wise woman replied, “I’m sorry you feel that way.” They soaked in the silence. Then the woman spoke once more, “Maybe, you don’t get … Continue reading Talking to you…A wise woman 12/9/19 →

Crying Alone – November 26, 2019

Sitting and breaking Ice cracking Slipping into the melt Searching for a balance In this flooded space ~~~ Looking up To see this contorting face Observing the reflection Of each relentless heartache The leftovers as they Trickle down ~~~ Standing between the open air I want so desperately to sip And an honesty, I’ve kept … Continue reading Crying Alone – November 26, 2019 →

Blueberry Sky – December 3, 2019

It is so hard To breathe her name The plastic covers my lips Pulling the oxygen from the air No reward, just stillness Lost in everyday minutes The mundaness of days And years, so many years Collapsed into decades My mind is fading Shuffling the outside down Her attenuation Is breaking into A shrill volt … Continue reading Blueberry Sky – December 3, 2019 →

Thirty-Two – December 5, 2019

I am not the fragile snowflake That melts upon contact With something slightly above Thirty-two I am the intricate weaving Under closer inspection A piece of life that regurgitates beauty In every aspect of its being Misunderstood or commended For the strength held within I will be seen By those who are looking I am … Continue reading Thirty-Two – December 5, 2019 →

Talking to you…12/5/19

Here’s another little ditty I came across. I will never stop learning, that’s one thing I know for sure. Oh, the things I write down when no ones looking. Hope it makes you chuckle a little too... “I’m all for a positive attitude, but it doesn’t work to mask shitty feelings. You have to let … Continue reading Talking to you…12/5/19 →

Talking to you…parts and pieces 12/4/19

I was looking back through some of my older writings, as one should do from time to time. I do this to see where I was, and how far I’ve come (or haven’t). I found this single blurb, written over a year ago, and I am really feeling the truth of it today. So I … Continue reading Talking to you…parts and pieces 12/4/19 →

Quicksand – November 22, 2019

I pull the weight Hand over hand To get to you Slung over my shoulder Curled toward the ground I lean in to my own strength The tips of my fingers pulsing The pressure of the rope Strangling any kind of purpose Used to move forward Feet and hands, hands and feet Scurrying, grasping and … Continue reading Quicksand – November 22, 2019 →