I’ve followed myself Down the quiet hallways Snuck up behind myself When shrouded in night And it’s unsettling That perspective The apart and away That strips off The emotional brain That undresses The remembering And peels off All the experiencing Because what’s left Is just a shadow Sneaking down Quiet hallways In the middle of…
I’ve crawled through Mirrors Reflections Dirty and broken Bloody knees Razor thin lines Next to jagged little Shattered ice kind And I barely feel The pain of it Anymore
This piece is titled DEPRESSION. Most of you know I started a blog over a decade ago. I didn’t realize at the time I was suffering from depression. My ex husband’s middle name was Hasty so I called it Hastywords. It was a family name I wanted to honor since the family name ended with…
Like shadows they follow Sliding past bare bushes Over broken concrete They are born inside Tears and laughter And given life inside Pain and joy Shape shifting, floating Like a buoy in water Bobbing rhythmically Over waves of experience They live in the silence Inside the dark quiet They hibernate paralyzed Morphing for years Feeding…
Sometimes I read Reddit and I ran across a question a guy asked. He was annoyed by his girlfriend’s playful antics. For instance, she liked to splash him with water when washing dishes together, put cold hands on his chest, goose him in public, slap his buttocks, stick her tongue out when he moves in…
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…
I wonder if the stars are certain Or if the sun ever has a doubt Does sugar cane wish it was sour Does red velvet wish it was black Do plans dream of spontaneity Do words get tired of letters Can numbers feel their value Can believers ever be stayers I wonder if lions ever…
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…
I chased rainbows When I was young Never caught one But a boy Kissed me For a quarter A mean girl Punched me And said I was mean I crashed my bike Cut off my toe Stepped on glass Burned my hands Sewed through My thumb I stopped Chasing rainbows And painted my own And…
You can’t see it But I’m shaking inside If my body were earth You’d feel the quaking Tremors are splitting My insides are flayed I’ve been sitting alone For weeks now No For months now And the landscape of me Has changed drastically Whoever I was, destroyed Whoever emerges I hope she’s free * I…
