I stepped away from the edge I’d crept up to it for years Wanting to jump or fly or vanish I stopped wanting that at some point But I still stood there… just in case Sometimes the wind blows really hard And I fear that wind How it might do me in And if it…
I inherited these genes from a dinosaur A Jurassic holy Grandmother’s leftovers Bile in my veins and worms in my brain Scorched heels and a coat of lazy for days Now my time is wasted in checkout lines Decorated in eye rolls and smirks I got a couple Snickers but they melted From the heat…
I can’t remember it The hopeless struggle The foul spirited dark Nobody left to see My sight in jeopardy I can hear the speaking Underneath the silence In between the tugs I can feel the pulls Like thread through skin Bloodless brutality I am holding breath I am purging Transparent bodies Curled up inside me…
The past is a cowboy with a lasso It’s always the same Sweet memories lead to sad ones Lead to regret, lead to pain Lead to what if’s and why’s And then anger into depression So I hide anchors in the present Ways to thwart the lasso Ways to fight back, to resist The birds…
I’ve been reading some poetry from a woman I’ve followed for years and I swear she’s been speaking from a place I left many years ago. I thought I wouldn’t survive. I did. And so can you. There are people out there who are a better fit. When you are in a storm you can’t…
Depression is like A taped up box Easy to open Packed full of Past experience Past mistakes Come sift through Remember this? You should be ashamed Depression is like A spooky Cabinet With no lock Fragile China feelings Ugly handmade dolls Mascara black eyes You should be embarrassed Depression is like An old jewelry box…
I believed for awhile The monster cried That it was as alone And broken inside But tears never fell Life never called And death just Stood alone No monster Just me
Nothing Gold Can stay The leaves Fall The horizons Melt Reflections Fade Clouds Evaporate Mountains Crumble And the sun It comes And it goes Because Nothing gold Can stay
I dreamed I was on another planet. It was dark with several moons lighting up the sky. I was wearing a summer dress and planting a large garden. I carried the seeds in one large pocket in the front. I was barefoot and the soil was refreshingly soft and cool. I was happy planting these…
The day breaks On winter And I cry For the warmth It will cover My heart breaks As the cold Creeps in And the tears Turn to ice Before night falls On winter
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