You guys, I just read an advanced copy of Nicole Lyons new book Blossom and Bone. My mind has been swimming with inspiration all weekend. If you don’t know who Nicole Lyons is then…. WHAT??? That honestly surprises me because I truly believe she is going to be the next big poet that our students…
Darkness sucks in a deep breath. I can hear it gasping for air. My air. As if it needs my life… to save it. I can see it pacing on the walls, Dripping from the ceiling above, And swallowing the floor below As the candle beside my bed dances. I close my eyes to a…
Nightfall crawls restless Inside invisible veins Caressing my shoulders With shadowy hands Kissing my lips, my body Feeding my hungry aches Anxious for its presence I lie still under its weight Miles from daybreak Praying that night Will absorb my lust And bury me Underneath fields of light
This was how I felt 4 months ago. So much can change so quickly. We lose ourselves and find ourselves over and over again. Hold tight… Don’t let go… Stay and fight… The lyrics I’ve already heard a thousand times are set on repeat The same sentiments over and over, camped out, taking a seat…
Depression is NOT an emotion or mood. It might be described as a mood disorder and definitely moods/emotions are part of what is exhibited with depression but I think the description is deceptive. Sure depressed people FEEL sad, anxious, helpless, and/or worthless; but depression is a physical disease. Sadness (also called heavy-heartedness) is emotional pain…
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…
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Crowding the dark Demons watched While their bony Fingers walk steps Up my rigid spine His footsteps faded Outside my door Where right before He was standing For just a moment Listening for breath Before satisfied I was indeed Dead
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…
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