Sharp shards of me Streaming down the coast Screaming for attention Sending frozen shivers across the back Subtlety in the background Silence needing to be extinguished Some dark days ahead, but Surely some light must emerge Shards of me shimmering in the moonlight
I’ve been in the corner Praying you won’t sink me under Cause you lose something you can’t replace Sinking weighted down by your cold stones Tried my best but didn’t succeed I should have known by now Stuck in reverse Hurt myself to see if I still cared […]
Relief Empty mind Word vomit Talk, talk, talk Find a spot of focus Tear at the seams No sewing kit No repairs Just outpour and flow The whiskey canteen overflows Emotions raw to the touch No easy path forward There never is Not should it be Earn that […]
Nope. Not going to happen. No way. No how. No ifs or buts. No tantrums. No lies. No giving in. No budging. No crocodile tears. No time. No. Nope. No. She would keep repeating herself until she finally listened to herself. No more. She was no punching bag. […]
Three lives Three of me The good, the bad, the ugly The past, the present, the future All in one Subdivided Numb, happy, weary Off to see the false emperor Three states of mind Three bites at the apple
Oh, I think I’m losing my mind now Write on my neck Emotions are naked You fight so dirty Looking at me like you don’t know who I am The heartbreak changed me Walk away I’m falling There is no escape Never understand my weird mind
Fire. Hot. Blazing. Her mind was racing and in overdrive about to burst into open flames. She couldn’t focus. She tried to distract herself but nothing readily worked. She took to pulling at her scabs. She took to biting her nails and arms. She walked and talked quickly. […]
The cliche is that life goes by too quickly. Blink and you miss key parts. You give your everything to your kids and then they are off to form their own families. The cycles go round and round. It’s the nature of life. And so I am reminded […]
We all have our quirks. That is why I never understand when someone is noted for or described as being quirky. I suppose there is a quirky scale or continuum whereby some people are way quirkier than others. I myself have been noted as being quirky. Very quirky. […]
She stared out onto the yard longingly with grand nostalgia. There was a time when she was innocent, loved the beauty of dolphins, and believed that finding Mr. Right was what mattered. But she had gone through four different fiancées and a divorce. Here she stood making breakfast […]
