(A re-post because this feels right today) There is no quiet in the wicked night Where shadows are birthed Writhing through sleep shrouded eyes Rousing her into aphotic collection Impelled toward dark thorn forest Seizing her decrepit parody Limbs whip her pallid face A splatter of red Highlights her gaunt essence Believing hue can conceive … Continue reading Find Me
Days of the innocent Children go outside, get lost in make-believe Carrying secrets not knowing the weight Believing the same of their playmates As they grew with invisible cracks Fractures in a vulnerable infrastructure Building blocks of brain damage Recognized when I left Remembered when you howled Catastrophic collapse Razor sharp relics resurface Regurgitated into … Continue reading Come With Me
What is this game you are playing I told you the rules Blinded by your sociopath Maliciously misguided Again you sink your venom Into my porcelain heart I’m already emaciated and haunted By your toxic curse And failing dream catcher Deluge of nightmares and tears Shaking and sweating Straightjacket struggle To hold onto sanity Damn … Continue reading No
you can’t see me masks make-up mannequin mirror tattoos tell a talismanic tapestry hair color streaks shriek sacrosanct black baggy hoody hint of hoodlum ripped jeans reveal reverent rebel laced up black boots bear barbaric bravery dark eyes long lashes red lipstick ravishing move or I’ll move you a picture of palatial power perfect protection … Continue reading Hidden
There is no quiet in the wicked night Where shadows are birthed Writhing through sleep shrouded eyes Rousing her into aphotic collection Impelled toward dark thorn forest Seizing her decrepit parody Limbs whip her pallid face A splatter of red Highlights her gaunt essence Believing hue can conceive dream Silently licking blood not blood From … Continue reading Find Me
From Mental Health Awareness; Grievers, Supporters and Survivors. There are many awesome things about Eeyore. He keeps plugging along despite his depression. When pieces of him fall off, he tacks or tapes them back on. He takes his time and doesn't pressure himself to keep up. He appreciates that he needs time alone and time with … Continue reading Don’t Forget Me
The following is a full copy of the article that I referenced in my last post, Mono no Aware. Perhaps it will shed some light on why I love this phrase and why it inspired me to write about it. My best friend for over twenty years recently left me, although she is still alive. … Continue reading Grieving the Living
Please read another beautiful poem from 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 best …
making memories to endear rather than ravage
such the way of humanity and its glitter ball
yet
beneath the smile, as bright as ever was
more luminous and beautiful perhaps
for undercurrent of savage sorrow
you were crawling out of your mind
it seems an offense to forget
under widest grins we suffer in silence
touched by the same unspeakable sin
of feeling too much in a world favoring compartments
for on the appointed day the photographer says
cheese! and on auto pilot I grin with every ounce of fake
afterward he exclaims, you can see…
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Stranger In This World This is something I wrote on the 15th March 2016, and stumbled upon today. It applies just as much now as it did back then. Where do I belong? Why do I have this constant yearning to be anywhere bu… Source: Stranger In This World
