4/25/25 I saw it go I watched my heart walk away I let it go [The tree out back With all the black birds swaying in the branches They held on] It went And with it Little bits of light Did too
Tag: pain
October 28, 2023
Frosted to the glass, I shatter Thoughts racing through my head Heart pounding in place Watching….Things…go…by I know, no better
Into the Shadows of the Clouds – May 22, 2020
It is hard When the dark finds you And chooses Not To let you go The shadows In the clouds Are closer than you think Waiting With their wretched claws Have you ever seen them Have they touched You Melting in To who You Thought you were Reaching Scratching and biting Until there is nothing … Continue reading Into the Shadows of the Clouds – May 22, 2020
Oblivious – April 30, 2020
Don’t go Don’t drift away Stay ~~~ It’s been too long Far, far too long ~~~ Would it have mattered The innocence it took The ugliness it planted ~~~ To have screen shots stuck In my head ~~~ Of the things I’ve seen Things I’ve witnessed ~~~ Long before I knew where it would end … Continue reading Oblivious – April 30, 2020
Still, I Cannot Breathe – January 29, 2020
Nobody And nothing Surrounds me Still, I cannot breathe
My Mom – September 10, 2019
She is... both alive in me And gone to this world. ~~~ She is... My baggage I will never drop And always pick up Teetering on the verge of sanity. ~~~ She is... The wind That plays in the leaves That jostle the grasses To make the most beautiful Whoosh. ~~~ She is... The voice … Continue reading My Mom – September 10, 2019
Experiencing Death – September 1, 2019
I’d rather it be me, than you, You ask why. Because I know what’s on the other end. An intensity, A tightness That won’t let go. It grips you, And holds you hostage Silent to its prey. I’d rather it be me, than you. But wait, Then it’d be you.
Blurred – August 9, 2019
My eyes too unsteady, As it hits. Focus, blurr I try again Closed then opened Rubbed raw Blinking World is shaky Untamed Unknown Spaced out Trying to snap out Ending at a compromise Tilt slightly to the left And I am somewhat free
Fortune – July 16, 2019
Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.
Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19
So far, I’ve mostly let you piece me together, or make up your own mind. Sometimes creating someone else’s story is so much more fun. So, if you’re satisfied with what you know, I’d stop reading this post now. But if curiosities killed the cat, then here we go... I am not good at owning … Continue reading Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19
Pickled Crow – July 26, 2019
Blankly, gazing out at you Void of everything I once knew. A pickle jar, Emptied. Tongue’s grit Rough and sore. ~~~ Don’t spoil Your sour mood, For me. Or anyone. But lick your lips, And twist tight, What you might. Until the seal stops, And your wounds have healed. ~~~ Words retracted, Or withheld. Kept … Continue reading Pickled Crow – July 26, 2019
Tarrying For You – July 29, 2019
Lingering in my lust, For what I can no longer touch. Breathing fire, To taste the Sweetness. Dessert before dinner Leaves nothing Forward, After it’s expired. To begin again, One foot heads In a direction While the other tarries In the hunger I’ve built up For you.
Peace – August 1, 2019
I am torn, Ripped Right down the middle. Jagged Between my breasts. There’s a left, And a right. But what is left in-between? A peace, in me. Right there, Left behind.
The Passerby – July 31, 2019
Disturbed. A lifetime used To wonder, But never reach out. ~~~ Time is dirty, Muddy prints left. Tracking down Nostalgia lane. ~~~ Doors opened, That should have stayed closed. Latched and locked, But picked with curiosity. ~~~ Trouble spilling on the floor, Swept clean. Specks of dust remain, Undisturbed. ~~~ It is present, But invisible. … Continue reading The Passerby – July 31, 2019
Pity Party – July 11, 2019
Filling up my puddle, Splish, splash. Pity party for one, please.
Trauma – July 2, 2019
Trauma isn't that moment, Trauma is strung out. A flavor that lingers, In the back of your throat Your whole life.
Live It – July 6, 2019
Shaking~rumbling~ Blow, blow, blow! Feel it, grab it Ride on!
Smile Through – July 9, 2019
The hardest thing to do Is smile through All the pain carried Deep inside of you.
Once Was – July 9, 2019
Put it down, they say. Enough is enough, they huff. I am mad, because I am sad And I just don’t have any energy today. To be there, like I once was.
Nitpick – June 24, 2019
When you're angry, you nitpick. That can lead to trouble. Or worse yet, regret.