Tag: depression

phoenix street

wrote it now own the words “stinging nettles” popcorn, chips no escape writhing grapes glowing flames pardon me hold on wash away this grin funny spill easy swipe to wipe pain away hoping still you catch a wave to ride reach high brave sky then crash… burn hotter smoke longer grow stronger pardon me i…

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From then… until now.

walls inside keep spores from spawning outside decaying rotting… yawning, i shroom days on end holding myself together not touching the walls surrounding an interior ready to crumble i fall crawl to the screen make my way through relentlessly waiting for the end my friend

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i try hard to stay open while the heart shuts i scream loud in a whisper salted with fear and roll with the punches stuck in second gear

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premeditated murder

you will speak when spoken to hollow tin cans washed and stored for emergency calls the sacred wonder to be visible behind the jellyfish spine i spoke you heard no sound soap scum lines the rim of my mind careless words left caressing sores better left behind lies all of them left you before i…

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piano man.

circus mind filled with sorrow nothing entertains rivers of red threatening beat the final score a song for every life situation big band, rock… classical, soul no limits to a melodies roll like a cloud sound changes to fit the mood and i ask -you to dance, along follow my steps the black and white…

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personal musings unleashed.

Learned something new today. Moments. Happen. I have loved but one man. For thirty years. This experience leaves me rather naive about men and love and how the world works. I have never smoked, taken drugs and my first taste of alcohol was to drown pain at 48. It is three years later and my…

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pieces of me.

no lying converges abandoned by family he came along willing, she loved yielding, she wondered anguish reaching years his counsel tearing desert hearts apart tattered dress seams left wholly unclean brutally honest mind history resists mending living among rubble April/May 2018

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