Sometimes the news gets to me. I mean how could it not? I’m trying to hold onto joy but it’s like a slippery trout trying to jump from my hands into a frying pan. Some days I still wake up Inside the ache Of remembering Of something I’d promised I’d outgrow It sits on my…
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’m happier Now at 54 In my own skin I really am Big huge smile I tell the world My boyfriend My daughter I am heavy But loved And yet I see her perfect Everything Influencing us All the men And the women too Wanting her To BE her And I open Amazon And the…
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
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that began as a flow painting but it ended up with these strange paint holes. After a year of holding onto the canvas I saw eyes peeking through and decided to pick it back up and finish it. Prints and shoes available for sale on Hastywords…
I took a picture Sent it to my boyfriend My first thought was I look familiar Like Jigsaw Weird cheeks Big lips Strange… Full stop You look like a person Like someone loved Who also loves You look like a mom Like a girlfriend A daughter, A friend You look like the lady Who puts…
If I were a box I’d be a plain box No fancy ribbons No pretty wrap Filled with joy Along with sadness Filled with dreams It won’t share Because it’s a practical Useful box A helpful box Never a gift Just handy It’d hold diapers Until needed Bills until paid Receipts for taxes Seasonal fruit…
Sometimes you hate yourself And you think everyone else Should hate you too So you make up reasons And concoct scenarious That prove that it’s true Because if it’s true then You don’t have to focus On why you hate yourself And you can begin To defend yourself From the other person And then maybe…
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
I was in 7th grade Weighed 110 lbs I was eating lunch Minding my own When a boy called me A fat cow and mooed Enter another boy Out of nowhere I didn’t know Had never seen Who stood up for me Curly blonde hair Tall and adorable He sat next to me Said I…
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