Lost inside empty aisles Fairy tales disguised As hopes and dreams Full sentences ended Punctuation’s hanging I feel like spring Like the smell of rain I feel like autumn Like promises of snow I feel like I’m waiting Inside the anticipation Inside the creating I’m the word In between thoughts I’m the journey Waiting to…
I’ve followed myself Down the quiet hallways Snuck up behind myself When shrouded in night And it’s unsettling That perspective The apart and away That strips off The emotional brain That undresses The remembering And peels off All the experiencing Because what’s left Is just a shadow Sneaking down Quiet hallways In the middle of…
I’m happier Now at 54 In my own skin I really am Big huge smile I tell the world My boyfriend My daughter I am heavy But loved And yet I see her perfect Everything Influencing us All the men And the women too Wanting her To BE her And I open Amazon And the…
Flimsy black spots Morph into lungs Breathing screams That sound like Laughter Gut busting Belly squeezing Ab eating Laughs that die On swollen tongues That run away With spoons Because Nursery rhymes Are for nightmares And black spots Belong on the moon
I wake up dangling Spinning as a spider Caught in the wind There is no up Down is everywhere To fall is to die To let go suicide So you spin And spin And spin Until the ground Finds your feet And you can finally Finally Finally Fall back to sleep
The sky is sagging Have you noticed? I caught some Like cotton candy A breathing mist And it felt weird Like sand Instead Of heavy air And like mercury Seeking blood It made a home Inside my lungs And I stopped Seeing with eyes And began to see As air sees Inside everything The truth…
I’ve crawled through Mirrors Reflections Dirty and broken Bloody knees Razor thin lines Next to jagged little Shattered ice kind And I barely feel The pain of it Anymore
The fog Snuggles up Easing Into my lungs Small drops Inhaled Dew drop worlds Pretty Like diamonds But The zirconia kind Because I can’t afford To breathe in Fog Made of diamonds
Sometimes the choosing Gets swallowed up whole Nothing left to spit out Not digestible either A big ball of finger nails Of furry rodent tails Of smug little snails And their slimy trails The choices are none Freewill a fantasy I’ll pick the jade pill please A CheerPeppers Post
A gorgeous swan dive Into worried cracks Jagged and dirty Filled like a donut With disease With rot With muck Wade in it, lung deep Search and rescue Efforts double sized Hope shrinkwrapped Into bite sized buoys Not enough Never enough First come First serve Only one per Oh… You don’t qualify Sorry I’ve been…
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