She fought the fight gone Energy lost to the fading Slow stepping beats Like a labored dragging Only time remains Erratic in its spinning And rigidity laces Around bones bracing Cover her in sand And set a fire blazing Death in a kiln A tribute everlasting
Anarchy Steps heavy with Steel toed boots Torches replace Keystrokes Wooden stakes Carved into words Skewering insides Turning logic Into a constant Trickling streams Of overdosed panic Invisible blood Flows thick Drawing poison From weak souls Until the puss Runs sticky And thoughts sit Restless In puddles Of old and dried Scabby wounds Until remorse Draws clarity…
I wrote this over 2 years ago. Life does continue on. Don’t stay in that old room with old memories for too long. Lot’s of new memories to be made! Coffins line eroded walls Like blackened bloody bricks And webs that spiders spun Have long ago lost their stick She is aware she is breathing…
Teeth Nash Grind Chip Fall away Toothless Grins Painted Strategically Carefully Painfully On surfaces Designed Inked Tattooed Over Emotionally Scarred And Broken Tissue
Steps They are important They carry you From point A To point B From the start To the end From danger To safety From pain To…. Steps They are important But they can’t Rid your heart Of the pain That stays Always
Certain names Just the spelling of them Or the places you see them Or the context which they’re placed Make you want to slit your wrists Certain scenes Remind you that you are garbage A piece of trash, disposable, used A pile of shit to be carefully avoided Or even worse Turn you into the…
I can tell because of the fog That I must take special care I must write my name in it On the foggy piece of glass So as to not forget myself It’s easy to get lost inside The wisps of “here nor there” Surrounded by smoky layers Of “what if’s” and “why not’s”…
Seems I have a lot on my mind today. I hope you don’t mind me working through my own issues with you. Maybe you can add your two cents. Help me… help myself. What does it mean to take responsibility? For someone who gets it wrong quite often for one reason or another I’ve had…
People with depression will try to speak metaphorically about it. You will hear phrases likening depression to a storm, a roller coaster, falling down the rabbit hole, or dancing with demons. Metaphorically they are all accurate descriptions. Depression comes and goes like a storm. The length of the storm can vary and if it is…
Today my RELATIONSHIPS ARE HARD guest is Lizzi Lewis. Just shy of a year after telling Husby I couldn’t be married to him any longer, I stood with the decree absolute in my hands. Unassuming paper and complicated legalese confused me at first – was this really it? It was really it, and after a…
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