No, this is different. Coming from the same place. I'm in the same spot, But this is different.
Tag: grief
Imprint – April 20, 2019
Quicker by the day, Lost and wandering And nobody Stretches out a hand. Pushing at each mention, Everything’s ok. Kept concealed. Dressed and buttoned. The best always do. I will not do it openly For, no one will ever know, But it will be by my idle hand. I promise. It comes As I go.
Calloused – April 19, 2019
Rough and numb, I can’t hear a thing you say. Your words hit hard, and Fall to the ground. You pick them up, And are on your way. Taking a bit of me. By now I’m so calloused, I doubt any of it matters.
Histrionics – April 19, 2019
As histrionics rage in my head, My even keel appeal smirks across my face.
Catharsis – April 19, 2019
Each day, A new world. One I do not know. Feelings entangle, As they roll down my tongue. Outward cries meet words. Sense becomes nonsense. 'Til the next day comes, Pain released. And worth all the sorrow, That will be back for me the morrow.
Shadows – April 10, 2019
Hidden, as Shadows. lurking everywhere. They feel nothing. Run them over. Stomp them. Try walking alongside your own... Attached and never noticed. A forgotten piece of you. Skulking in the phantasma, Right at your feet.
Dance – April 10, 2019
To say goodbye forever...Is everything. Those that don’t get the chance, Go through life, With our own cryptic dance.
Lie – April 16, 2019
A lie told over and over again Pulls you further from the truth At your own expense, Bends the rules Until it breaks your heart.
Chasing – April 15, 2019
Emotions on high alert, Since it happened. Always chasing the high, Pushing them to their peak. Because if I don’t I go numb, And nothing measures up.
Gift – April 3, 2019
Slow motion bullet. Piercing through my heart. Bleeding out forever. The gift you’ve given me.
Talking to you…Guide
Each Talking to you post is a little bit of myself. A bread crumb of my existence. An insight into why I write what I write, and where it comes from. My hope is to openly express, as best as I can, through poetry and photography my "life feelings". These posts are as sporadic as … Continue reading Talking to you…Guide
Pieces – March 28, 2019
The space between us swells. Until it bursts at the seams, And spills into a gazillion pieces.
Until – April 12,2019
[Your mother died], so what. Ignore the pain Push it down Out of sight Even for you, Especially you. Until. Freedom leaves your spirit. Left with nothing, You feel nothing. Decades keep churning Looking in from the out. Until. They show up, Spicy and hot with flare. Holding out your hands, Burning everything you touch. … Continue reading Until – April 12,2019
Talking to you…Friday 4/12/19
A little piece of me for the taking. For Her - March 9, 2019 was actually written (at 3am) for my daughter, after she left for a piano competition, but when I finished and read it back to myself, it also very much pulled me toward my mom. It’s funny how life overlaps. Happy Fri-Yay!
Elevator Home – March 30, 2019
I hate you death! For everything you touch. You're poison, That keeps returning. You’ll never stop Rolling and rolling Head over heal Rounded body Arms searching for something to grab Until we’ve reached The bottom. You think this is fun? You think this is a game? The bottom floor. Stranded, Until the elevator brings us … Continue reading Elevator Home – March 30, 2019
Shell – April 9, 2019
Deep inside, Left alone and bored. Come into my shell. With me, Let its energy pull at your toes, Eat away at your dreams, And squash love between your fingers. Stuck inside, with me Sit back and look out into the light and see what you’re missing.
Will You?
Angel, come down. Circle your arms around my heart. Love me, Don’t leave me, Stay with me. Wrap me in your warmth. Safely tucked in. A bed time story. Like you used to do. One more time, Let’s find the hidden pictures. Love me, Don’t leave me, Stay with me. Don’t turn off the lights, … Continue reading Will You?
Between – April 6, 2019
Between poems, I cry and I cry. Until I figure out what’s making the tears, Then I spill it all over my paper.
Normal – April 9, 2019
Normal sucked me in, then spit me out. It tempted me With all its glory, It’s fun, And careless temper. The way it looked at me, And let me fall asleep at night. It took away my dreams. And everything in between. Then normal hit me square in the face What had happened, What it … Continue reading Normal – April 9, 2019
The Forgotten, Then Remembered – April 9, 2019
The forgotten, then remembered Hits you hard the second time ‘round, Unprepared and snoring. The forgotten, then remembered Sends bubbles cutting through the surface, We've all been told a watched pot never boils. The forgotten, then remembered Scrapes their way into your existence, Then cuts you deep. The forgotten, then remembered Throws a surprise party … Continue reading The Forgotten, Then Remembered – April 9, 2019
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