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…
There are darker places That reach like sticky tar For just a spark of light Hungry for the warmth For the love it threw away Jealousy rages from shadows Contagious and sharp A black bloodletting to cure The goodness inside us
This piece is titled DEPRESSION. Most of you know I started a blog over a decade ago. I didn’t realize at the time I was suffering from depression. My ex husband’s middle name was Hasty so I called it Hastywords. It was a family name I wanted to honor since the family name ended with…
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…
Shhhhh See that thought The one swimming around And around and around and around The one growing bigger Gaining speed, spinning faster It has you in its teeth Has you hogtied Chained to the train And you sit frozen No motor skills No verbal gymnastics No other thoughts But the one The angry one The…
Hiding behind scars As if they are trees Camouflaged And silent And buried deep Are the cries of help And the hopes of joy All words end here Some days I can’t even speak without hating myself.
Shadows all around Knocking on the door Trying to find a way in To gather all my sins Crawling on the floor Grabbing at my feet Twisted and bleak They slowly sneak Hiding in the corners I can see them shift Sadistically surmising Wet smiles devising Living in eyes Gray tinted envy So ashen, so…
There is a collective pain A bleary faucet that flows Spiritual hand me downs Into our hearts and souls Born empty and open Waiting to be filled As the pain begins to drip From one ancestor To the next. To the next. The unhealed wounds Broken and bleeding Into you and me Into all of…
I think God takes naps at 3 in the morning. It’s when I feel the most alone. The most broken. The most… scared. I remember the morning I had decided I should die. That moment is a part of who I am today. I think Death stalks me now. It won’t let me forget. Every…
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