Please welcome Cee Streetlights to #BeREALationships. I had been in labor since May when my water finally broke in July. Avoiding a premature birth had been our primary goal since my first ultrasound at seven weeks when I watched my baby – smaller than the size of a jelly bean – bouncing around the…
My #BeReal guest today is Thelma Thomas. This piece was submitted several weeks ago and since then Thelma’s son has died of a heroin overdose. Please give her your love and support. The Mouthy Mermaid Talks About Addiction, How Did I Get Here? First of all Hasty, thank you for inviting me to write…
I can claim nothing For nothing is mine I shed candy tears Down the precipice Of skin covered years I break down, devolve Curl up into a ball And wish for nothing For nothing is mine
Written for anyone who is stuck in the dance with anxiety and depression. It isn’t an easy dance to cut away from. One of the hardest things for someone suffering from depression is to reach out for help. Depression causes a person to isolate and feel unworthy of life. Don’t let depression lie to you……
Written by HastyWords 12/27/12 Sometimes I HATE my inner dialog! Your Words dissolve Into pools Of deception Your Smile rots Leaving Teeth riddled With broken Torn up flesh Eyes hidden Behind a mask You are the The liar that Hides inside of me Torturing me With hope With dreams You tell me I will never…
I would like to thank my Relationships Are Hard guest today Robert Wertzler. Three Connections By Robert Wertzler This is a story of three people with three relationships. I was one of them. I will call the other two Mary and Jane. Those were not their names. They were clients of the county mental health…
Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Rebecca Lombardo. Many of my readers will relate to Rebecca. I know I do. All I can say is never give up. As I entered my senior year of high school, I noticed that my mood could change at the drop of a hat. I may get to school…
Something’s wrong Words itch and claw Surfacing vague Into consciousness Biting at the edges Of my thoughts Something’s wrong Taps on my shoulder But I am not listening Until it begins to feed Devouring my dreams Something’s wrong It begins to scream And it frightens me Understanding Surpasses me Something’s wrong Reverberates inside me Knocks…
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
You fall onto me A ghost from the ceiling Picking memories As if a strand of melodies Your hands search As if you’ve known me And I wonder Did you? Faint words land like tears Upon the pillow by my ears And your kiss just a whisper I cannot feel And I realize It’s me…
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