My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started as an idea but morphed into a memory. Some memories remind me of who I was and who I no longer am. Prints coming soon to Hastywords Art. I close my eyes To toilet paper Littering concrete I stand inside A doorless stall Like…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is an oil pastel drawing I did years ago and gave to a friend as a gift for her son. I can feel it under my skin Most of the time it’s colors Jade and sea foam blue It can be musical hues Wearing dancing shoes It…
The world fell like confetti Through the black void of space Just poof A ball of dust and life gone No explosions or eruptions No trumpets or piano chords No bye bye Miss American pie Just melted skies drifting off Like lazy smoke looking For a new place to begin
Grief has its own set of lungs And tears that etch and burn Lyrical scriptures engraved Upon our very tongues Sorrow is a bright flame Slowly consumed by time And when the fire dies Love remains the same If mourning we must do Because life never lasts Then I hope I do it well To…
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…
The sky dropped to the ground And nobody even noticed I collected the stars at my feet And put them in my pocket Broken orbs of light Caught up in string Turning into stardust Inside my fabric locket And the world felt sad Broken and confused It was dark and cold Just an empty socket…
I think God takes naps at 3 in the morning. It’s when I feel the most alone. The most broken. The most… scared. I remember the morning I had decided I should die. That moment is a part of who I am today. I think Death stalks me now. It won’t let me forget. Every…
I’ve been feeling Like a river Flowing over And around Slowly meandering Then racing Past faces and places Before flying Headfirst As waterfalls do To the next place I’m called to flow
Looking for a room to rent Something that can hold A whole lot of random Toxically rusty thoughts Tragically tarnished ideas And half written feelings My room is overflowing So I need a place soon Willing to pay a premium Because silence is golden And the world is too full Of noise these days And…
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…
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