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…
I reconciled an old wound As I slept and dreamed Old regrets never resolved Played out and laid to rest
I think God takes naps at 3 in the morning. It’s when I feel the most alone. The most broken. The most… scared. I remember the morning I had decided I should die. That moment is a part of who I am today. I think Death stalks me now. It won’t let me forget. Every…
I’ve been feeling Like a river Flowing over And around Slowly meandering Then racing Past faces and places Before flying Headfirst As waterfalls do To the next place I’m called to flow
Looking for a room to rent Something that can hold A whole lot of random Toxically rusty thoughts Tragically tarnished ideas And half written feelings My room is overflowing So I need a place soon Willing to pay a premium Because silence is golden And the world is too full Of noise these days And…
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