MUTILATING MY EMOTIONS

I am constantly mutilating my emotions. I pick them apart as if they are on trial for a heinous murder. Many times I sit looking at their remains and think… ok now that I know where you came from I can do better. Sometimes I will look at all the pieces staring up at me…

DISARM ME

Tick, tick, tick, tick The ticking has teeth Biting, gnawing, jagged Razor sharp clicks Piercing rationality Tick, tick, tick, tick Silk strands of insanity Weave discourse Into complex patterns Warping sound reason Tick, tick, tick, tick Logic sits positioned On a hairline trigger Adrenaline unloads Clouding all clarity Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick An emotional time…

YOUR KIND OF LOVE ENDED TRUST FOR ME

***trigger warning rape content***   Sometimes I don’t think about it at all and sometimes I can’t let it go. This is to all my friends who don’t understand why I can’t feel their compliments. Sometimes the beautiful words hurt and it isn’t your fault because you probably mean them. I don’t FEEL or RELATE…

TRIGGER WARNING

My new duet partner is a clever one.  Our duet started with an email titled The Hastily Agreed Twiisted Collaboration.  And the next day the poem below was written.  I happen to love it and I hope all you wonderful readers do too! Written by Twiistd and HastyWords ♦ The words you speak I expected…