Truth

Redux

It’s the place underneath the obvious.
I wanna go deep.

Time to overcome this unease.
I wanna be still.

To excise the superficial, project the truth.
I wanna be real.

To let the music carry me on its wings.
I wanna feel free.

Reveal the tenderness and compassion buried in my pain.
I wanna be me…

I wanna be happy.

Originally published 8/23/2018 on I Write Her.

Lessons

Redux

Life doing its unintentional thing can hurt. 
I weep, pull myself up and move on.

People’s forced recklessness do harm.
I weep inconsolably,
going deeper into my shell.
Feelings amplified in this echo chamber.
Can’t hear the external anymore.
I hide for a while,

working everything out inside.
And I emerge.

Lessons
I’ve had more than a few.

Originally posted 2/22/2018 on I Write Her.

Spewed

a rage controlled
held in check
eventually purges

streams of hot debris
all in the name of destruction
aimed in every direction

once the ugly ejaculate is released
the violent discharge then slows
and eventually stops

the previous agitation calms
and the cooling off has begun
the nature of the beast retreats again

Hidden Pain

I’d like to thank Joseph Pinto for the inspiration for this piece.
If you’d like, take a moment to read his post Whelve.

invisible drama
not acknowledged
outsiders only see camouflage

but the damage
dispensed from previous generations
lingers deep

self-preservation from the ugliness
slows the hurt
but offers no resolution

only a temporary roadblock
to the pain buried inside
which will surface

eventually…

Unexpected Passage

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #129 – Lovingly & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #267 – in that one moment

in that one moment
adoring me lovingly
didn’t know it would end

We were good, we were gold
Kinda dream that can’t be sold
We were right ’til we weren’t
Built a home and watched it burn

Mm, I didn’t wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna lie
Started to cry but then remembered I

I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can

Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby

Paint my nails, cherry red
Match the roses that you left
No remorse, no regret
I forgive every word you said

Ooh, I did not wanna leave you, baby
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry but then remembered I

I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours, yeah
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing, yeah
I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can

Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
Oh, I

I did not wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry but then remembered I

I can buy myself flowers (oh)
Write my name in the sand (mmh)
Talk to myself for hours (yeah)
Say things you don’t understand (never will)
I can take myself dancing, yeah
I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than
Yeah, I can love me better than you can

Can love me better
I can love me better, baby (oh)
Can love me better
I can love me better (than you can), baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better

Reblogs – The Twisting Tail & River Dixon

With or without a disability, life demands we engage, either with the help of others or muster the energy ourselves. In other words, find the strength to carry on, to not fold under the force of circumstances or others. 

Touching Words by The Twisting Tail

If we fail to see 
⠊⠋⠀⠺⠑⠀⠋⠁⠊⠇⠀⠞⠕⠀⠎⠑⠑⠀⠀ 
We are blind 
⠺⠑⠀⠁⠗⠑⠀⠃⠇⠊⠝⠙⠀⠀ 
By ignorance 
⠃⠽⠀⠊⠛⠝⠕⠗⠁⠝⠉⠑⠀⠀ 
⠀⠀ 
If we pretend not to see 
⠊⠋⠀⠺⠑⠀⠏⠗⠑⠞⠑⠝⠙⠀⠝⠕⠞⠀⠞⠕⠀⠎⠑⠑⠀⠀ 
We are blind 
⠺⠑⠀⠁⠗⠑⠀⠃⠇⠊⠝⠙⠀⠀ 
By choice 
⠃⠽⠀⠉⠓⠕⠊⠉⠑⠀⠀ 
⠀⠀ 
We need more 
⠺⠑⠀⠝⠑⠑⠙⠀⠍⠕⠗⠑⠀⠀⠀ 
Than touching words 
⠞⠓⠁⠝⠀⠞⠕⠥⠉⠓⠊⠝⠛⠀⠺⠕⠗⠙⠎⠀⠀ 
For those who have no choice 
⠋⠕⠗⠀⠞⠓⠕⠎⠑⠀⠺⠓⠕⠀⠓⠁⠧⠑⠀⠝⠕⠀⠉⠓⠕⠊⠉⠑ 


This is yours by River Dixon

if on your knees 

you find yourself 

bowing head, hands behind 

your back, begging mercy 

from the boots that march 

trampling those left standing 

who dare to not crumble 

under the illusion of 

their authority, remember 

it is your obedience 

that gives them the key 

to the ivory tower 

your bloody knees mean 

nothing to them, it is 

never enough, submission 

breeds only the need 

for more compliance 

and you will live out 

the rest of your days 

groveling in the rubble 

until they decide it’s 

time to bury you 

along with the rest 

Reblogs – Tina Stewart Brakebill & Pat

Humans transition from good to bad and vice-versa and like in nature, darkness will lead to light then return to darkness.

After the Storm by Tina Stewart Brakebill

falling from grace, shame
left cold in the dirt, crying
rising, triumphant

Simplicity by Pat

Sickle moon slides down the sky 
as dawn seamlessly emerges 
dominions thin 
worlds blend and blur 
life simplifies 
pace slows 
peace begins the day