Reblogs – Anonymously Hal & Penny Wilson

I realize that our struggles will affect us differently, but perhaps we keep in the back of our minds to not let the darkness color our hope. Of course, we can’t always control our biology by instinct alone. Do whatever it takes to find your peace.

Viridian by Anonymously Hal

I never settled on gray…  
I settled on viridian.  
I settled on a  
romanticized intensity  
seeped in tender  
in hopes to cloak  
the darkness and  
cravings for desolation…

H.O.P.E. by Penny Wilson 

H.O.P.E. = Hold On. Pain Ends. 

Reblogs – N0tyetforgotten & Candice Louisa Daquin

What is the purpose of life if it hurts so many to live?

As time dwindles by N0tyetforgotten

Burning beneath times wick

A cesspool of options

Crippled by fear

Too long until the ends near

Fresh air but a mile away

Nothing and nobody is permanent, start the timer for their great escape

Anxiety cutting deep

Wounds unable to heal

How can something so beautiful be so grim?

Nothing Left to spare

A diamond in the rough, or a ruby coated disguised as bare?

Effortless wakes going beyond where the sun sets

Dawn breaks- alas the day sets again

Modern tides in a world so cruel

So little time, so much to do

Dreams are but figments of what could come true

Until next time,


Thursday’s Child by Candice Louisa Daquin

Whatever you do

don’t feel sorry

things roll like flashing dice, casting fates

they do not require apology

she is the one on social media

who has no family

no one with the same last name

an orphan of surname

she pretends joining, thou her joins are frayed

there is a lock where her expectations meet

the silt and sloth of each long day

her heart spends most of its time

caring for others the way she wished

she were cared for

giving into a void, it can feel at times

like pouring water into sand and scooping it up

thirsty and forbidden to drink

her goal, to rectify through action

the irreducible inequity

we all suffer under

sometimes without blow

other times seemingly, beseiged

the wax and the wane

she used to believe love was the cure

for every malaise or grief of soul

but with time, even that slouched away

a disappointment within a broken egg shell

we choose scars we recognize

and sometimes they scald us

with their knowing …

one day when she dies

she will not be celebrated or recalled

never wanted commemoration but to

matter when she lived, no after life necessary

her ashes scattered by nobody in particular

to the wilds of the wind

where she will at last be free

to climb to climb to climb

Dizzy With Words

what would life look like
to think purposefully
not intrusively
being bombed by 50k thoughts
all of the time
unwelcome thoughts derailing my mind

never experienced before
sleeping is the closest i’ll come
and even then
i’m unaware
as to what that peace feels like

maybe this is why i write
hoping the words fall out
instead of staying in my head
the chaos of thoughts
becoming organized on paper

Slow Death

Inspired by Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt – Transient &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #258 – Cesspool

it’s inevitable
we hit rough patches in life
then yearn for tranquility and comfort
or at least the ability to move to safety

there is still hope…

self-care is a must
an escape quite possibly necessary
clarity just within reach
as long as we stretch out our hands

don’t hesitate to resolve…

but swallowing feelings
pushing them down
deeper and deeper over time
builds a cesspool within

you will begin to sink…

seeking the transient warming from spirits
diving headfirst into liquid oblivion
they say, self-medication
in reality, self-destruction

addiction can kill
if we let it


having faith is guessing with attitude
but outcomes are always unknown
given a million and one odds
the endless possibilities the variables produce
hearts will break banking on false promises
or lives change for good on a dime
and feel everything in between

life is unpredictable
and indiscriminate
hold on for the wild ride

The War Within

criticism, shame, and pressure
weighed heavy on her innocent psyche
the process of accepting more pain

impeding her maturity
life’s mistakes chosen unwisely
battles wearing her down

a breaking point
finally came

she chose to unearth her decimated being
destroying the mold of generations
retrieving and reclaiming her true self
way past due