You punctuated my life. This morning, I awoke Trying to add a comma, Hit return, indent, tab, period. Anything. I heard semicolons are a farce. Insert. Delete. Trash.
Tag: motherless daughter
Spindle – April 23, 2019
Spindles are twisted tight, My kind of night.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Rain Drops – April 14, 2019
Rain drops gently fall on water Tingle with each drop Playing in my mind.
Ride – March 30, 2019
Roll it down. Feel the cool move between each wave of hair. Slapping the skin, Your cheek, Your neck, until you pull it back. Warmth blowing in your face on high. music so loud, shouting. Freedom, loving the night away. Gone in a minute.
Love – April 14, 2019
You turn my head Not because you’re pretty, Or you make me laugh, Or you’re the least bit intriguing. You turn my head Because my eyes want to roll back into my brain at you, Snuff my nose in the air at you, Turn my back and walk away from you.
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
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
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.
