Poetry
words. that pleasurable idea.
Tag: Coping
Piece of Sh*t
Today he told me I was a worthless piece of shit And maybe he’s right Perhaps I’m not worthy Of his time or energy But I can make great Indian food And some people pay for my ink and art Plus I’m decent in bed…. I think… I don’t know, I’ve never had complaints In […]
The Quiet
he walks down the lane a single rose clasped within his palm its petals soft and gentle reminding him of his lover’s voice a shift within as one memory lifts upon another his thumb caresses the velvet though it were a cheek instead her gentle laughter echos in his ear her shy smiles, a healing […]
Know Your Place
put your toes to the line know your place you aren’t worth a bar of silver your identity: you have none here, we paint your face clown-face, so sad, so happy chalk line on the pavement follow the red tape that direction you think you’re something special? Ha! think again, you dumb bitch you aren’t […]
Little Red
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes how long has she run like this her terror, his eyes, […]
Video: 28 December 2020 Slow Motion Wave Crash
Everybody around me seems to constantly be going, going, going. Looking at their phones. Talking non-stop with no pauses or thoughtful reflection. Working on and off the clock. Even sitting at the table or on the couch in the evening, television turned on the big screen and the little hand-held devices powered up… In The […]
Meth Can Kiss My Ass
I’m scared It’s dark I don’t feel safe He left but he’ll be back When? I don’t know In what condition? Even worse I don’t know I’m scared Will he be high? Strung out? Dead drunk? Will he be alone? Will his asshole friend be with him? I don’t trust him He’s not safe Door’s […]
1,000 Grit
The rain is pouring down and it seems to etch deep within my soul – trickles and torrents washing out the sand and soft mud of life leaving behind only the hard bedrock of my internal reality. Will my heart ever be made whole again? Will my love be returned in kind? Will healing come […]
Expiration Date
we all have expiration dates he knew that because that’s what everyone always told him they said that when his dad died at 51 they said that when his mom got sick they said that when frank at the office fell off his chair during the quarterly meeting and died right there they said that […]
Motor REBLOG
This really met me right where I’m at. I hope you’ll go to her blog and read the full piece. Now my mouth doesn’t know what my shadow is saying. Motor Motor nerve. Damage. (How?) Peripheral. (Vision?) Damaged. These are the bumps in my road map. These are criss crosses. (I carry…) Lacerations lace my […]
