SWITCHING TO YOU

I asked my boyfriend to give me a writing prompt. If you could be someone else for a week who would you be? And how would you be different when you came back? I really want to say I’d like to be God. You know figure out how this whole existence stuff really works. Of…

IT WAS A STORMY NIGHT

Using a prompt by Twindaddy a blogger I’ve known for a very long time. What is your oldest memory? Walking with baby fat legs Words hadn’t come yet It was a strange house A woman changed my diaper Gymnastics was on tv Or something sporty and blue Front door was open Old screen door closed…

UNRAVELING

It was perfect A sphere String Wrapped up Just sitting Silent On her lap Sunshine colors Soft to touch Strong fibers Destined For greatness Before suddenly Falling hard To the floor Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling

THE SHADOWS

There is this little shadow that lurks inside the light. Like an impossible shadow that shouldn’t exist because of all the light. It carries with it energy and it looks for thoughts it can eat so it can grow. It likes negative thoughts the most but it can sustain itself on little frustrating or nagging…

LOVELY DAY

Today doesn’t feel like a lovely day but there are people who put lovely things into the world. Bill Withers passed away. He wrote so many beautiful and inspiring songs. Instead of writing my own words I’ll borrow a song from him today. When I wake up in the morning, loveAnd the sunlight hurts my…

PROMPT- Write a love letter to poetry

Poetry taught me to listen to my own tears. Decipher why I felt what I felt. It helped me hold onto myself during my darkest fights with depression. If you could write a love letter to poetry what would it say? Feel free to write one and leave a link to it in my comment…

I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR STRENGTH

  I was raised by my dad to believe I was strong.  That I could do anything I put my mind to.  And I believed him.  When it came to work ethic and morality I was as strong as most.  Put a goal in front of me and I would smash it to pieces.  But……

BECOMING

I can feel yesterday finally dying Withering itself away inside of me The notions I had, I no longer have The feelings that tormented me They are close to barely breathing The people that fueled the insanity They are very much alive, but dead Dead to the person I am becoming Finally, just stories already…

IN THE RUINS

I cut trap doors into your floors Sinister cracks hidden by daylight As I wait for you inside obscurity Waiting for you to mess up, give up Until you decide to let go, give in Come, And fall into my dark Come, And get infected by my night Let me confine you for a bit…