They say the more you love someone the more it hurts to lose them. They say it’s worth it. But I don’t know who “they” is. I’ve watched people dear to me lose the love of their life and… they say different things. They want what they had back because to be without them feels…
I went off my medication. It isn’t doing me any good. I still hurt. I still cry. I still mess up. I still feel worthless. It’s been years. My normal. It’ll always be part of who I am. The guillotine fell Quick and sharp Cut all the tears The screams short The body left…
The orange furnace Becomes but embers Upon its final breath The charred trunks Stand tall and dark And it’s quiet… As if completely Exhausted and worn From a battle It could not fight Energy burned off Damaged and broken Nothing is welcome In this sad place Silently standing And waiting… For the sun to shine…
Voodoo cursed And jury tried Condemned For her humanity Her lips sewn With wooden vines Cross stitched Haphazardly through Previous scars And healing scabs Keep those emotions Those hard feelings To yourself they said As they sentenced them Forever imprisoned Inside a fleshy tomb To rot and decay Inside her fucked up brain
Thank you Crystal for sending me this song today ❤ How do you find that place? Where the fire no longer burns But begins to permeate your bones Where it dances its flaming light Into your very deepest dark That place where healing begins Warming your broken spirit Enough to thaw your hope Fueling your dormant desires Just…
My #BeReal guest today is Gretchen Kellaway. It doesn’t really happen that often. At least not to me. I read a piece written by a stranger and feel it was MEANT for me at exactly the right time. Gretchen wrote this when she submitted the piece: “Here is The Dance! I believe it may have always belonged…
This morning my friend Adam Hampton with Outsiders Productions shared this on his facebook. I can’t stop listening to it. The lyrics have my heart tied up in knots. “Don’t listen to this in a really good mood (it might ruin it) or a really bad mood (it might bury you beneath) ~Adam Hampton Well,…
Your hand Held hers But your eyes Reached For mine Sleight of hand Shifting focus You a player With a pocket Full of hearts A romantic magician With a 52 card deck Full of trick plays And when you called For my final bet I went all in Losing everything Because You turned my heart…
The dark keeps finding me The harder I try to run away The darker it gets; intensely The darkness surrounds me No hands can be seen, reaching No shoulders to hug, embracing Voices get lost, aimless echoes And silence sits across from me I can feel it killing me, tonight Suffocating me inside its deep…
The person who wrote this post wanted to remain anonymous; feelings like this are not easy to own. This post is as emotionally raw as you will read in my series this month. It is a testimony of how bullying can have a long-term effect on a person. I should also point out that this…
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