I think the stars have aligned, Or mom is telling us it's time. How many knocks on the door is it going to take? Before I break. *** I love you so much. I'm standing here, waiting all alone. Building an army. A layer of protection. In case you never answer.
Tag: loss
Garbled Up – April 10, 2019
Do you see me? Am I here? I don’t wear it on my sleeve. I’ve garbled it up so tight, wrinkled, torn in places, Unrecognizable. I’ve saved it, tucked it away. In the dark, I pull it out. No one wants to see. I don’t have to ask. I don’t have to guess. I know, … Continue reading Garbled Up – April 10, 2019
Release – April 19, 2018
To feel the breath release, And know I made the first step. Clear as a mountain lake, I made no mistake. I went for the jugular, and didn’t look back. No easy path, I know. I’ve searched high and low. The words forced from my bowels From some unknown source A lifetime without speaking my … Continue reading Release – April 19, 2018
Tickle – October 10, 2018
Gaining ground, The tickle that vibrates somewhere between your breast bone, and the pit of your stomach. Is going off. An alarm that was set A long, long time ago. Buried, Now pulled to the surface, And screaming. Not to be ignored.
Blurred – October 28, 2018
She is gone, Left long ago. The agony that sieges my life Sprinkles, Then pours. I try to move forward, No pain allowed. Time mixed sorrow with anger, it is me. This topic is not easy, it’s not clear cut, or black and white. It’s so grey the lines have blurred where the ocean meets … Continue reading Blurred – October 28, 2018
I Am My Own Mother – October 1, 2018
I adjudicated to my dad The role of a lifetime, Mom. The sentence I handed down embroiled, Year after suffocating year. Waiting patiently, at the end of my fallacy, He was not a she. I created a character that did not exist. The assigned persona was destroyed. The fruition hit hard After all these years. … Continue reading I Am My Own Mother – October 1, 2018
Slow Lane – April 7, 2019
I grieve for this, I grieve for that. Time to start thinking along different lines. Errrrrch, not today. Must be in the slow lane.
Words – August 24, 2018
Rolling the sounds around my mouth Like Yahtzee dice waiting to be thrown. As My tongue attempts to coerce them out, Seeking to form words. They spill out, and land at my feet. I quarrel, doing an unnamed dance. My steps are callow and awkward. The lyrics end I pick up what’s left, and Stuff … Continue reading Words – August 24, 2018
Smile – April 25, 2019
Plastered. Ear to ear. Day to day. You're normal, it says. A patterned look. No need to dig deeper. Keep walking. Smile.
Exposed – April 24, 2019
Naked and visible. Vulnerable, as I cross my legs. I fear I've exposed too much.
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.
Card catalog – April 15, 2019
Laying in silence Before the loud erupts. Browsing my thoughts, An old card catalog. Searching for the one I thought of just the other day. It had a point. Something ever so slight, That I’d like to ponder Again Tonight.
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.
The Unknown – April 17, 2019
Stuck ajar Peeking in or out I'm not sure So tender is the feeling drawn but what if stepping back I throw myself forward.
Collide – April 16, 2019
The moon is life, Our ultimate destruction. Born together, Pulled apart. One day we will collide, And that will be the end as we know it.
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.
