He was full of life Hard to get close to Didn’t need love Or help or care Just did his thing Perfectly resilient He loved the sun Solitary days Listening to the world Dramatic with their flare Always changing colors Demanding attention But not him His name is Leonard Painful when messed with Not really…
The days are too short The minutes too few I wasted so many already On hurt feelings On tears of surrender On disliking myself On anger and frustration On wishes and hopes On sleep… on avoidance On escapism and heartache Precious golden seconds Carelessly spent On too many of the wrong Small things And not…
Everyday For years and years He tells me I am beautiful That he loves me And I believe him Because he’s honest And yet… Some days I need to ask “Do you love me?” And it must be exhausting To reestablish the established To re-utter the uttered To have to tear down walls That have…
I was thinking about how much I try to be a good person. Foster good intentions. But I’ve been the villain too. I’m not perfect and I do mean things whether intentional or not. Eminem “Big Weenie” just started its lyrical foray in my head. Give me a sec’. Gotta shut that down dead. Ok……
I want things I’ve never wanted Or didn’t know I did Peaceful days Patient people Comfortable friends Content nights Warm arms to Fall asleep in Strong arms to Support my failings The dreams I had Died with youth My older heart Just wants to rest And feel loved
It gets rusty with all the rain And the yellows Just run into brown all day The pain echos Inside hallways Locked away from you But sometimes I think you can hear The ruining Behind those walls It’s not as noisy As you’d think The death of words So many slaughtered Reimagined And recreated For…
I wanted to exit, bad at mending Can’t shake, don’t purposely over bake The thoughts they keep sending Estranged and over lines set center Worrying about what’s ahead But hey, shrug, I’m just a renter Pull up baseboards, hammer floors There’s gotta be something under here A city of dead behind half hanging doors Rooms…
I’ve had to give myself time To unbend and unfold To the new spaces That I’ve been presented Some spaces haven’t felt Like choice spaces at all Some have felt more like Grin and bare it all Others felt more like Welcome to the jungle Without the fun and games But some spaces feel like…
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…
Warmth peeks under eyelids Seeks toes and stomachs As night slips beneath covers To hide from the light of day Buttons pushed, reboot successful Gentle whirring into morning Playful smiles engaged, lovely eyes Download module: thankful Special code: patience Perimeter for love: set Perimeter for strength: set Perimeter for heart: set Boundaries intact and ready…
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