What am i doing here this morning? Did i not say i was gone from WP? Well a thought entered my head after reading a post in a closed group i belong to on FB… and decided to share here as well. So, what is the group? Survivors of Suicide. A group i did not…
not wanting anymore i am running away trashing the pain today watching it ooze under our rattling bones spoke louder than thunder the lightening bolts you choose hardly lit my way as i sank to your biting words remember the disfigured my only beating happened to the tock of your watch
Steff: Andie, you’re a bitch. (From “Pretty in Pink”)Bitchin’ Now and only now, after all this time I understand how the other half of the world lives. Do I remember what it was like at the peak of my depression? Or my inability to leave the house ravished by anxiety? Barely. How fitting to turn…
Chewing on Glass has done it again. What? Drug a deeply buried nugget inside me, up to the surface, in order for me to see the light! I am opening up the curtains!!! The difficulty will be to keep them open. I will try to remember nothing (good?) grows in the dark, unwatered and starved.…
Afraid to let you go i twine the words of complicated grief there was no goodbye never another hello and then i made it worse opened myself wide displayed before savage eyes killed myself slowly with little pride to show flames shooting higher than ever thought possible i sold my soul to the devil who…
I became trapped in my own selfish misery. I once held onto hope. Positioned as a shiny metal object, glistening in the sun, it promised better days. I prayed to it. Ran my fingers over the smooth surface. Worshiped the image broadcast back to my heart. I learned that day about rust as tears flowed.…
i am going to keep living the other choice is sacrifice myself for the greater good
I am currently working on a painting My Monhegan, an island off the coast of Maine. Monhegan is a place that encompasses 95% of my spiritual thought while a mere 3 days and 2 nights were physically spent there. It amazes how much an impact the place had on me. A healing calm took me…
depression leaves behind wasteland -where no one wants to be around the burning house water scarce, the world parched. reach inside those remaining bones burnt answers -hidden visions gone awry buried by hands of a savior. Oh! how i need him now. Who pleases me as i answer to the wrong world you wrapped around…
grief you’ve made me a hardened criminal, afraid to let go of my humanity, i suffer.
