Cling Cling to the idea of hope Cling to thoughts of change. Hope for change Change for the future Clear your past of its miserable creatures. Cling to your past Cling to your memories. Your memories haunt you Your past made you It is your present– know your past forgave you. Cling to your present Cling… Read More Fight To Move On
Every day I check the daily prompt hoping for the day’s word to inspire me or to connect with it in some way. Today’s prompt is “missing,” and I don’t think there’s a word I can connect with more right now. I’ve spent the last 5+ years trying to come to… Read More Missing Isn’t Gone; But I’m Not Here
I have not participated in a daily prompt in ages but then again, I really haven’t blogged much at all lately. I’ve been very strung out by everything going on. My depression got me so far down in the pits I wasn’t sure I’d ever see the sun and think it was worth… Read More Or…what?
Poetry Project #41 Bleeding Heart White and red Blooming bright Not nearly dead What a beautiful sight. With two fingers Pluck it free Fragrance lingers What a sight to see. Beauty’s in my palm Rip it apart I am not so calm Not with this bleeding heart. May 9, 2001 (Age: 17)
Poetry Project #39 Where the Cold Resides Cold- against my back— it breaks. Chills– my body– it begins to shake. I hold myself– need to keep warm. Goosebumps– over my body they swarm. I close round– form some heat. This emptiness– it must be beat. Neck hairs stand– protect the skin. Nipples erect– cold from within. Skin… Read More Secrets Makes You Cold and Bitter
Poetry Project #36 Cold Hard Play A night a day of cold hard play A breeze a chill that takes your will to feel the need to pass the time Now living feels like such a crime When you breathe the fresh cold air do not worry– don’t despair The air you took into your lungs… Read More Let the Cold Remind You
Poetry Project #34 The Wind It Seems The wind it blows my hair around The wind it seems to bring me down Upon a cloud the sun does sit Upon my mind thoughts are lit The dark redeems the worst of deeds As Satan plants his demon seeds Beneath the ashes of my desire To keep… Read More Wind Doesn’t Lift the Weight