Filling up my puddle, Splish, splash. Pity party for one, please.
Trauma isn't that moment, Trauma is strung out. A flavor that lingers, In the back of your throat Your whole life.
To my children in case of my untimely death (because this is the shit I think about), We are all born on the same path, every living being is given the opportunity to live and to die. No matter the length or what your journey is filled with. Live and love without reservation, regret, and … Continue reading Talking to you…Dear Children, – June 28, 2019
Shaking~rumbling~ Blow, blow, blow! Feel it, grab it Ride on!
Toxic, The looks we give. Disappointment in a bottle. Scorching the fibers That build their self-esteem.
The hardest thing to do Is smile through All the pain carried Deep inside of you.
The energy spewed, Spit across the room. Spattered, Exerting an electricity, Contagious. Passing from generation to generation Gaining strength as it travels, Further from the epicenter of its origin. Leaving a trail of tears, frozen. No longer knowing why, But—-just—is.