Make it stop go away as nausea heats billows and insulates carefully chosen responses. Acts address and react over enough. Go home to my Spirit God and surrender.continue reading Tarmac of Triteness
Kitchen wall writing by Maisy, Age 14 We are many stories. My little family is shattered due to my actions with regard to my addiction to alcohol and its requisite behaviors. My life has been one of extraordinary privilege. Amazing parents, I am conceived and birthed in Japan and physically carried for two years by a […]continue reading What’s Gonna Be Left of the World If You’re Are Not In It?
Tomorrow or maybe today Soon yet distanced Sterile feelings Unyielding care Hard softness Rich poverty Diagonal curves Reaping nothing The growth of nothing A nothing heart.continue reading Extrapolating Heart
Still ice forms lips bleed untruths The Mind becomes numb yet I still believe yes I believe in the worth of one’s intent How can it be you ask? It is a place of comfort freedom from war conflict tearing bits of soul into remnants of what could have been Once upon a time. Photography […]continue reading My Friend Alcohol/Sincere Hypocrisy (sincere insincerity)
Fractured into snippets of brushstrokes and dead seeds I wander along the path of rancor and malice Is it so important to be right Is it worth it to leave hearts weary and heaving for oxygen I ask you Is it worth it? Was it? For it is done and now you and I must […]continue reading Without Worth
My head is soaked Blood splatters across my chest Eyes cry out for nourishment And yet . . . Aching throbbing wincing Hungering dear eyes Half-eaten dreams Recalling what? A time A time when A time when it was embedded Curled scraping ensnared A fatigue of battle ~ with a hint of hope, undead. […]continue reading Battle Fatigue
My heart will beat with the calmness of a newly born soul Held tightly in the arms of the Great Spirit who sees inside those standing near her without fear without tremor without judgment spilling over. Instead I will breed new life within my depression-storing and anxiety-inducing responses and even the agony of stopping too […]continue reading My Heart Will Beat
I wish I were Up high in the trees Where I could see the lives Of loved ones and animals Where I am protected Hidden and smelly Safe and soiled Unknown to anyone Unknowable to all Freshly seeing the world Youngish and churlish live yet brilliant Contentedly passing time Never to be found wanting Never […]continue reading Come Find Me!
This very day staring at the water Lapping kissing frolicking An edge of life My mind flips to the smell of blood Her blood; our blood Why now? Who’s? Where am I? When? An entity on a gurney Scraping sounds with clacking wheels She is covered with splotched white patterns There is a hush as I am pushed up against […]continue reading Her
Definition of American Fugue: A period of loss of awareness of America’s identity; often coupled with flight or departure from our known environment. Rigid frozen cumbersome. She cannot call up her tears They choke sway remember Push hold her breathless Think of the ending The ending of pain ~ Rough harsh intermittent insolent driven relentless […]continue reading American Fugue
The flowers are dead My son is dead Papa is dead Du is dead All five Rescue Animals are dead America is dead. Family relations are splintered Friends are reluctant Art weeps for Small signs of healing The lake the lake Into the lake of countless tears Uncried tears from my wearily-torn heart. August […]continue reading Uncried
I hear not one clipped violin what was he thinking, I wonder was his heart broken into splintered mountains of God’s hands tired and weary, yet guiding shoving leading affirming breaking ending in a minor stunned chord hanging we are hanging and left questioning forever. August 25, 2017 Meldrum Poetry ~ prompt: Samuel Barber’s Adagio, […]continue reading Hanging
Water falls Each drop suspended Landing in my hair On my shoulders Dancing on my tongue Pooling little mirrors On the sidewalk It makes me laugh I feel such joy I do not use an umbrella As I dance throughout my reality.continue reading Rain-Swollen
wakened with anguishing Cracked heart pieces Numbing adoration for Humans Unkind Unnecessarily unkind Mean-spirited Harboring ill Harming ways Blood screams of Silence Where might I go? Where do I fit? Where do I belong? Hello, Fawn ~ Great Spirit God here, Remember how your heart always seemingly Stays open to those who don’t Fit or […]continue reading Waken
What brought me? I tell her the story of my Mayday Mayday Mayday at my daughter’s I tell her of my discovery After years of various therapists Of ten years of dehumanizing dissociated Conjugal intimacy Mixed with blackout choking blood forced pornography violence It takes a few breaths and beats of time My throat catches […]continue reading Yet Another New Therapist