Sharing another music video that I like (despite the use of the word “crazy” and the negative connotations attached to it). I especially like that Gnarls is questioning who the crazy one really is… And that maybe we all are. A topic I have written about in a previous post entitled “See” (please feel free…… Continue reading Does that Make me Crazy?
I just picked up my dog to help her to the couch. Her reaction to me is the same, every day, every time. She turns her back to me, hunches herself up, and puts her head down. Her reaction, it breaks my heart. It’s as if she is expecting me to hit her, hurt her,…… Continue reading Lessons From my Dog
Little pig, little pig, let me in. My house is built from straw The foundation is flawed I constructed a moat For added protection I hope With no trouble at all A simple swipe of your claw I’m helpless prey And scramble to get away But trickery as usual Left a sinkhole about Then I…… Continue reading My Loves. Where Have you Gone?
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Good bye. Two words. Easily said impossible to mend a ravaged soul take a photo of grief she may hide in plain sight a snapshot in time does not a story tell one great smile and everything is assumed well even we, reminiscing glaze over story’s end maybe it’s for the…
To Mental Illness and Chronic Pain, I’m writing to you regarding all of your most recent bullshit. I have had enough. I want to punch you in the face. Kick you in the gut. Slice you to pieces. Leave you bleeding on the curb. I hate you with every ounce of my being. How is…… Continue reading Fight
I want the days back The days that were pure When happiness was simple and clear When nothing else mattered No darkness could find its way Rainbows and sunshine Too bright for any thing but light Days filled with babies Everything shining brand new Cuddles and gentle kisses Tickles and raspberries Crayons and glue…… Continue reading I Want the Days Back
she lives in a world pieced together with scraps of fantasies dreams nightmares and fears it’s the collection she has carried with her since before she was born it came embedded in her DNA sent along with the atrocities her parents once bore and where ever she went she picked up more a magnet for…… Continue reading Well, Shit