POSSESSION

Leaping from cliffs That have no face Undulating ground Swallowing faith We sit and listen As the crows cry Through echoing throats The little demons In feathery cloaks Crawl undetected Into our mouths To make their nest Coated in profanity Coaxing out screams They spill us out Into turbulent seas Just as the sky itself…

#BeReal – BRITON UNDERWOOD

My #BeReal guest today is Briton Underwood Writing poetry heals.  It allows a person to dig deep. To really think about what to say.  I am always stoked to see someone express themselves with poetry and Briton does it brilliantly. Thank you Briton for sending in the first #BeReal poetry submissions.   HEAVY DIRTY SOUL…

CHARCOAL DIALOGS

I was flying Supported by strings Like a kite Made of newspaper With happy headlines And the next moment I was falling, descending Towards a cardboard stage My life, a flat character Chaotic and muddled Skewed by the reality Of a developed depression It crept quietly into my head In the darkest part of night…

HER MIDNIGHT

She spent days In her bedroom Barely clothed Spilling tears Into a pillow Artfully and Desperately stained In midnight black Knotted messy hair Sticking to the snot That took turns Running then drying On her salty cheeks She had no reasons No desire to care Living for days Upon endless Fucking days Staring At words…

THE DAY I DIED

I don’t believe in new beginnings. We can strive to put the past behind us and move forward one step at a time.  We can try to put distance between those moments of trauma and try to live again but… pain doesn’t die. Have you ever been told that you need to just get over…

EVIL GHOSTS

Fading pictures Filled with ghosts Cracks Over faces Folding shadows Erasing time I can’t remember The hunger How it felt Or the pain How it hurt The faces smiling With eyes Full Of broken glass Shanks Sharpened And waiting For my future self To reminisce Before going in For the kill

MY TEETH

Laura A Lord is one of the first female poets who captivated me with her raw strength.  She continues to tell stories that captivate my attention and she just came out with a new book that I hope you will take time to order and read!  She is beautifully creative and she will keep you…

ANCHOR ME

If we are lucky we find someone who can not only weather our storm but helps us survive them There is an impending storm Bitten lips bleed from refrain Sighs escape building a form Rigid hips can barely maintain Please don’t let me blow away Inside old historical nonsense Anchor me inside your sway Be…