This arrow has always bothered me. Always. I am offended by its inclusion. (OCD issues) Also, please tell me I’m not the only one bothered by this. Please? Anyone???
black beetles creeping down the walls eyes stare out nothing behind them except everything everything everything every thing nothing behind them at all black beetles clickety-click-cuhlicking along ash curlicues swirls and slithers through my veins dancing pearls down my veins alphabet ash moves slow out my veins my veins as roads to pure thought black […]
It can’t be ALL bad…. right?!!
Dripping tar slid from glassy blues Sliding down unwashed cheeks Radiating infection as it goes Oozing Draining Permeating Filling the cracks and crevices That life had hollowed out With salt-flavored goo Covering over Spreading Pull away quick Don’t touch or you’ll get it too Eyes down Lungs dry Deep wracking breaths Shudder and sigh Desecration […]
The ice is building on my windows… yes, on the INSIDE of my windows. Doesn’t matter that it’s warm inside. It’s colder outside. But I’m looking at it. Staring into the beauty of ice. Looking out the window to the moon and the twinkling stars, thousands upon thousands of them. If only I could count […]
It dawned on me today that I am a writer. I have always ALWAYS viewed myself as an artist. Since I was a little kid able to actually think of myself as ‘something’, I’ve been an artist. One who is never quite happy with her art because the OCD surfaces: lines got be formed just […]
Hey. How about if just for today I am just me? How about I lay down the shield of pretenses and hold my chest wide open? There? See right there? It’s honesty which lies there within my breast. How about if I answer you with truth upon my tongue rather than deceit? How about you […]
I’m tired. Tired of myself. Tired of my mind. Tired of the constant swirl of voices. I’m tired of being told my way of thinking is wrong. You think I don’t know?? Oh, I know. Believe me. I spend my hours thinking, thinking, thinking. I’m remembering, tallying up all the things he said and did. […]
Normally I don’t reshare or reblog but I felt compelled to share this poetry slam from five years ago by Neil Hilborn. Listen, this is a real thing. You can’t just say, “move on” or “stop overthinking this”. That’s just not a viable reality for all of us. But maybe we’re still trying… Please take […]
Keep your mouth shut, little bitch. Ain’t nothing you got to say that means nothing important. Get on your knees and scrub the floors clean, clean, ever clean. Every crack and crevice, nook and cranny need special attention. Your sharp eye and a toothbrush ought to do the trick. Today. Silence surrounds. Schk-Schk-Schk. But even […]