CURING GOODNESS
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
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…
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…
Sometimes I read Reddit and I ran across a question a guy asked. He was annoyed by his girlfriend’s playful antics. For instance, she liked to splash him with water when washing dishes together, put cold hands on his chest, goose him in public, slap his buttocks, stick her tongue out when he moves in…
There was a time before I was diagnosed with severe depression that it seemed all the pain was leaking out of my eyes. I don’t miss those tears. I cried into my oatmeal No real reason why Just really tired you see I cried on the treadmill I felt broken and betrayed Need a nap…
Today I sat with some past traumas. Sometimes they surface and I’ve learned to listen. Light leaves the room Full of shadows I close my eyes And wish words away I wish her away I wish him away But the shadows stay And I know tomorrow I’ll never feel the same Because the shadows Grabbed…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started as an idea but morphed into a memory. Some memories remind me of who I was and who I no longer am. Prints coming soon to Hastywords Art. I close my eyes To toilet paper Littering concrete I stand inside A doorless stall Like…
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…
I trashed more posts this month than ever. The older I get the more meaningless I feel words are. Mine specifically. Everything feels noisy. My skin. The sky. Your hair. The weight of failure is noisy. I keep failing. It keeps screaming. But the weight isn’t as heavy as I thought it would be. Maybe…