Find Me

(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

Come With 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

Hidden

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

Find Me

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

Don’t Forget 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

Cannot breathe

Please read another beautiful poem from THEFEATHEREDSLEEP

TheFeatheredSleep

12809596_1413579175413678_4036998646343994268_nGood 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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