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…
We try so hard sometimes to fit into worlds we aren’t compatible with. It took too long for me to realize I had a lot to offer to the right person. I finally started building a nest my way and home came to me. I tried to weave myself into a life Just a comfy…
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 began as a flow painting but it ended up with these strange paint holes. After a year of holding onto the canvas I saw eyes peeking through and decided to pick it back up and finish it. Prints and shoes available for sale on Hastywords…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a digital painting I did trying to teach myself digital art. I met with a friend tonight and I think her soul has the shape and color of beautiful handcrafted pottery. We see it so much these days A painful parting of the ways We put…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of art I created a few years ago. There was a time when I was different. Tried on a different part of me I guess. Let her live out loud when I preferred the little world I had created. I decided to be someone…
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…
There is a collective pain A bleary faucet that flows Spiritual hand me downs Into our hearts and souls Born empty and open Waiting to be filled As the pain begins to drip From one ancestor To the next. To the next. The unhealed wounds Broken and bleeding Into you and me Into all of…
The sky dropped to the ground And nobody even noticed I collected the stars at my feet And put them in my pocket Broken orbs of light Caught up in string Turning into stardust Inside my fabric locket And the world felt sad Broken and confused It was dark and cold Just an empty socket…
