The shoes were thin and worn The day was windy and rainy The voices demanded volume And the faces… they were blurry They don’t care. They don’t care. They don’t care. They don’t care. And the tears don’t matter They’ve just made it harder Can’t breathe underwater And the blood doesn’t matter It’s just wet…
There are lots of things I hate About trauma Real honest to goodness trauma Like… How it automatically steals Future joy How it cripples effective communication How it makes trenches With one way signs in brains How it dictates patterns Of protection Of avoidance Of self-sabotage Of self- destruction Of hyper-vigilance How it demands boundaries…
The days are too short The minutes too few I wasted so many already On hurt feelings On tears of surrender On disliking myself On anger and frustration On wishes and hopes On sleep… on avoidance On escapism and heartache Precious golden seconds Carelessly spent On too many of the wrong Small things And not…
Green leaves sit Vibrate and valuable Huddled together Inside plastic Waiting They did their job They grew big Got picked And packaged And ended up In my fridge Where good intentions For health and happiness Wilt slowly Eight dollars and change Each week Wasted on Not following through
I was thinking about how much I try to be a good person. Foster good intentions. But I’ve been the villain too. I’m not perfect and I do mean things whether intentional or not. Eminem “Big Weenie” just started its lyrical foray in my head. Give me a sec’. Gotta shut that down dead. Ok……
A blogging friend passed away before Thanksgiving after a long hard fight with Cancer. He liked this poem I wrote about the life cycle of depression and it seemed a good one to say goodbye with. My prayers of comfort and peace for his wife. RIP Dennis McHale. Earth dropped away from feet long gone…
I broke down In a place Called Famine Wishes On my back Good intentions Safely packed Sacred shrines Built with Dry split bones Line streets Paved with Bricks of mold A hungry place With liquid teeth And too many Stranger things Upside down Reciting prayers Of starving dread Too many Inky squids Writing love letters…
I had to tear my heart from my throat As I walked by the mystery of you You’ll never know this but I felt you Absorbed part of your pain walking by And I still carry it with me each day A reminder of how hard life can be You lying in the cold dark…
Where once tidal waves lived Calm waters slowly lap the shore I wanted to destroy cities To ensure my own destruction I wanted to drown the whole world So I couldn’t hear my own thoughts But the cities held strong against me My energy began to wane with the moon And my waves absorbed the…
Tangled up with roots That no longer hunger Soaking up rust Can’t hold on much longer Heavy and weary The oppression stronger Stuck in the mud Nothing to do but slumber Hold me down so I can’t breath To waste away in my mental bunker
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