Brain in a straightjacket Muzzled and bound Static filled silence Absorbing the sound Re-uptake inhibitors Selecting serotonin Gagging the ruminating Inessential problem solving Doubting, worrying, obsessing Disarming a warning system Installed imperfectly Disengaging from warfare And any poisonous thoughts Used and appropriated By an amygdala born turncoat My brain locked In its own psych ward…
The dark keeps finding me The harder I try to run away The darker it gets; intensely The darkness surrounds me No hands can be seen, reaching No shoulders to hug, embracing Voices get lost, aimless echoes And silence sits across from me I can feel it killing me, tonight Suffocating me inside its deep…
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I have been following Hastywords’ blog and Facebook page for quite some time now and I am completely in awe of her honesty, sincerity, and compassion. She is a beautiful person inside and out. Hastywords is beyond talented and writes with such courage and a soul stirring voice. She opens her heart and…
Rows and rows of broken hearts Laid to waste in a garden of stones Flowers disguise the nature of sadness That torture the hearts of the compost remains Crowing birds hide the sounds Of their aching pains Moans from sorrow’s catacombs Like a symphonic maze they echo From the deepest down below Departing from this…
So many sad things happen to us and around us that are completely out of our control. Parents getting older and having health issues, we are getting older having our own health issues, parenting woes, war, violence, financial worries, safety concerns, abuse, neglect. The list is endless. I also know there are some beautiful and…
I love this story about the flexibility of the human spirit. It’s much more than that though. It’s about making choices. It’s about choosing to continue the cycle of abuse, or choosing instead to become a champion for love. A lot of people raised with violence commit violent crimes themselves. They often end up going…
Anxiety feels like A polarized heart With a disorganized beat Tearing your insides apart Looking for a solution Inside a wired mess Of irrational pollution Buzzing electricity Of an adrenaline high As it reaches full toxicity Painfully tense muscles In a constant and rigid flex Making calm breath a struggle Anxiety feels like Emotional electrocution
I never ever expected blogging to take me on such a healing journey. I never expected to meet so many people who would consider my writing as anything other than the ravings of a sad and depressed raving lunatic. I certainly never expected to meet so many genuine people and hear so many genuine stories. …
I asked Rachel to guest post for me and I might have pinched myself a few times when she said yes. Seriously, this redhead is incredible. She’s not only the author of some very highly ranked and reviewed books on Amazon but she is also a poet. The fact she is a poet thrills me…
Today I am very happy to have Arthur Browne from Pouring My Art Out as my guest blogger. Arthur is known for having a happy go lucky sense of humor and has built himself quite a large family of followers. He was one of my first bloggy friends and if I ever had the chance…
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