The sky is sagging Have you noticed? I caught some Like cotton candy A breathing mist And it felt weird Like sand Instead Of heavy air And like mercury Seeking blood It made a home Inside my lungs And I stopped Seeing with eyes And began to see As air sees Inside everything The truth…
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
The fog Snuggles up Easing Into my lungs Small drops Inhaled Dew drop worlds Pretty Like diamonds But The zirconia kind Because I can’t afford To breathe in Fog Made of diamonds
There has been a lot of anxiety leading up to today. I hope that at the very least you VOTE. There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. Alfred Hitchcock My boyfriend checked in on me. He’s really good at that. He asked if I was nervous. I am but…
I painted this dancer and I messed up her arms. But I rather like it. I can relate. My body has its own rules Hidden, not written down Vague and unclear Very fog of war and unfair And when I make progress The rules change again Some things I get ya know Wrinkles come with…
I entered a few pieces into a gallery show. Ya know to test the waters. See if I could handle the social aspect of it. And… my friends made all the difference. I didn’t feel deserving of their love but I do feel immense amounts of thankfulness. Meet Melted Candy. A room full of colors…
My life is a process Of inhaling and exhaling Of grieving the passing of Rejoicing in the newness of Feeling the wisdom of pain Wearing the comfort of love Hiding from myself While searching high and low Before finding myself Being fearful of what’s to come And being proud of what’s behind My life is…
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…
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…
We try so hard sometimes to fit into worlds we aren’t compatible with. It took too long for me to realize I had a lot to offer to the right person. I finally started building a nest my way and home came to me. I tried to weave myself into a life Just a comfy…
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