The electricity flows Through skin and bone Anxiety restless A pacing back and forth How do I look? Examines body Fusses over face How do I sound? Practices hello I’m so happy to meet you Smile and smile again Laugh small Make sure it reaches Your mascara eyes Practice makes perfect Remember People are drawn…
She swallows A small rainbow And closes her eyes Letting the music Swim in her blood Windows down Static wind blowing As the tempo rises Quickening her pulse Lift off, she flies alone Through cloudy skies Lost inside the blue So afraid of falling Of failing everything Of believing her heart When it’s so often…
I’ve been thinking a bunch about the last decade of my life. Much of it was captured right here on this blog. I’ve been absent lately. Life just had a way of demanding my attention. Holding me accountable. Changing me. Healing me. And as I look at the things I’ve written… I barely recognize this…
I used to blackout when I drank. Not always but quite often. Blackout doesn’t mean you act any differently than your inebriated self would act. It just means you won’t remember what you did, what you said, or where you went. Your memory was too drunk to record. Therefore, no memory. Swimming motion Blurs the…
It’s been awhile since I’ve had the time to blog. You get divorced, become a single parent, and the whole world changes. BUT I feel I finally have things pulled together enough to come back. I miss you! I started a YOUTUBE channel where I basically just read my poetry. So much harder than…
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