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my past returns
up in my future
like hot juice
down my throat
it burns
this becomes something else
tainted and wrong
desperate attempts
at rising above
at feeling less defiled
sullied and broken
once again
first time, shame on him
second time, shame on me
a third time won’t happen
Originally posted 4/14/2019 on I Write Her.
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my feeling is gloom
anxiety tags along
depression innate
doom is imminent today
i can feel it in my bones
Originally posted 4/13/2019 on I Write Her.
the screams we internalize
the ones that rip us to shreds
need an escape
find a roaring waterfall
a noisy intersection
any crowded venue
let your innards
come to the surface
to disperse externally
in a scream
a loud, ripe rant
or fever-pitched yell
let it all go
bring the temperature down
and let the emotions be heard
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another heartache
the drama du jour
feels like the crisis of a lifetime
pounded down by hardship again
residing in a personal hell
oh, what a fresh, hot mess
it’s a lifelong process
a roller coaster of emotions
learning to traverse the pain
facing the trepidation
yet again, overcoming the angst
the release must come
a torrential outpour
of pooled fear
a flood of wet anxiety
thin, clear lines of human sap
so many streams of liquid frustration
until it finishes
after the purge feeling
lost and light-headed
slightly dazed
still riding the after-shocks
mostly exhausted
hope blossoms again
it’s the duty of tears
they lay the groundwork
for repair
to an injured psyche
needing to become rational again
Originally posted 2/18/2019 here on I Write Her.
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I never knew
how comfortable
I could feel in my skin
until I heard you
You’re like a muse
I feel like I belong
here
in this moment
with you
your voice
your music
your knowledge
How did I get so lucky
to have stumbled upon you
to finally feel more
to be me
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cloistered
surrounded by many
the raw emotions
remain inside
oh, if only
one could
unfetter
and spew
there’s safety
remaining hidden
but danger
staying shushed
mental health
physical health
all in crisis
because of silence
what will it take
to emerge
to purge
to break free
Originally posted 1/21/2019 on I Write Her.
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my humanity
wrapped up in skin, no escape
everything stirs me
coping, reacting, that’s life
but this space is confining
Originally posted 1/19/2019 on I Write Her.
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always tossed about
life’s waves pitching you around
riding out the storms
Attaining maturity gives you the ability to throw an anchor overboard at just the right times. It’s knowing that life will be a wild ride, but you’ll always be able to hang on. You understand that things will eventually calm down to where you can survive. And be in command of a bigger boat.
Originally posted on I Write Her 12/25/2018.
Inspired by Ivor Stevens – he mentioned “words don’t grow on trees” during the book launch of Cadence, and I beg to differ! Thank you for providing the inspiration for this piece!
we think, we write, and we edit our thoughts
words don’t grow on trees, he said
but they do end up on them, i thought
the process is an arduous one
yet so worthy is the endeavor
to transplant something visceral felt
unto pages we can all hold and savor
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walking with no legs
the ground seen
but not there
feeling weighted
in this world
connected more
to the
brilliant
artistry
here in this illusion
i’m held fast
the grandeur
of alt-reality
rich colors
with a sublime vibe
abilities magnified
all a possibility
whacked and wonderful
stories
intense nightmares
fear, off the hook
alarming excitement
unexpected worlds
dances with the dead
fucking strangers
plot twists of the past
knowing the unknown
intense losses
highest joys
in the grey matter
the control
all mine
master of my universe
time to go back
Originally posted 12/17/2018 on I Write Her.
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