When one feels this awful It’s hard to remember If this thought has scrolled a page before I cannot tell you how many times I have propped up a dead body with pills and hope and time. That body a puppet driven By commitment. by determination. by restlessness. by trauma. by fear. Self care isContinue reading “Propping Up a Body”
Category Archives: Words, Language, and Imagery
Don’t Let Me
Got me? I get me, Gripped tight enough to bruise. When I am wise-minded and rested I can tell the difference between trauma and determination. Most days I take medication for a sleep disorder. Fighting a battle on multiple fronts, I don’t know how, I pick myself up, My worst enemy is the enemy ofContinue reading “Don’t Let Me”
Black and White Done Under Blue Light
Success is ‘done.’ 35 years in, And I see, In a fleeting moment Away from the light, Why I am perpetully blue. An accomplishment only exists for me at its death Because during its life, I am fighting to breathe. Living in that mindless Doorstep of consciousness Blind in the name of survival Too painedContinue reading “Black and White Done Under Blue Light”
The Thoughts That Stop by.
I am wasting time that I could be using To relax, revive The spark of creativity at my fingertips Kidnapped and held hostage By overwhelm and exhaust. I am an organized person, Buried by my chaos of things, Of ambition, goals. Every minute is murdered. I’m not dying, I’m nonchalant. And while a promotion, IContinue reading “The Thoughts That Stop by.”
Performance Diversity
People want to pray for us, Saying that we matter, Playing “they matter.” When. If you look toward the skyline You will see The sterilized woman The institutionalized boy, The “retard” left to die Because it Took too many resources To care. But now because people prey And chant in the name of diversity FewContinue reading “Performance Diversity”
Suspect Class
“…No state shall deprive any person of life, liberty, or property without due process of law, nor deny any person within its jurisdiction equal protection of the law…” But, who you are, Dictates who gets deference, And who is protected But, who you are, Dictates who gets deference, And who is protected. The court saysContinue reading “Suspect Class”
Seeing Shadows Again
Off behind me, But gaining steam From tears yet cried It will come, And yes, pass too, But the haunting of shadows, Memories, Shoots me every damn time, Old wounds open and weep like queens, Giddy with power over me I heed, Bow, And beg, Why does see you soon Hurt Like death, every time?
It Isn’t Toxic Waste, but It’ll do
I made chilli, Not Nalle from a can, But an echo of Momma’s toxic waste masterpiece, However weak the sound. However weak the taste. I am slightly closer to her. And I know the missing will come, As much as I want to ignore death My chilli is close enough to make me cry IContinue reading “It Isn’t Toxic Waste, but It’ll do”
Redefining Trauma
At past it was so beige that it blended into me Taking control of a decade It broke through, Inflamed And cold as nitrogen. When treatment, With warmth, and rage, machines and medicine, hopelessness and time, annoyance and desperate measures, spirit and love chance and courage. cured Or managed at least The symptom Trauma hasContinue reading “Redefining Trauma”
Red Words Choking a Blue Face
When your words drip with irritation, And the it splatters on my “professional” dress Your irritation continues Crawling across the crazy pattern Of muted brown, black, and white Past the top of my knee, Stinging past my waist, and my collar Fluid, your annoyance The warm pressure Force pulsing on top of my vocal cords.Continue reading “Red Words Choking a Blue Face”
SickyBeat 