If I could peel back the skin and crack open your ribs, snap them clean off, like the brittle bones of a long dead carcass.. What would I find, behind the flesh that spared you transparency? A heart? Or a blackened and charred lump that’s smell would confirm the image your eyes gave away? The … More Lesson Learned.
Passive aggressive bullies. A breed unto their own. Mean streaks mixed with self loathing, a combination of bad seeds planted and buried deep until the rain comes. Mud that drowns the already suffocated, but fuels the malice and the seething. There is no bravery. There is no forward motion. Just blunt jabs that weather the … More Passive Aggressive’s. Yellow.
There are moments, when I am doing nothing of any importance, or I am engaged in a conversation, or even when I am mad busy with work… and I am forced to pause because a collection of thoughts and realizations hit me. The equivalent of a 12 car pile up on the fast lane on … More 12 Car Pile Up of the Brain
There are days, like today – where I run through that phrase ‘People who are really crazy don’t know they are crazy’ in my mind, and I think of all the times I have been called mad, or that I have wondered if I am. It is a serious ‘point’ of thought for me because … More Crazy Talk
Star gazer Bully hazer Spirit talker Coal walker Soul of black Sold on crack Bright red bleeder Wound healer Barely out-running Those are are gunning for this life. Of mine. Demons glowing Behind eyes, knowing how to rig the game of truth vs pain. Bending time Falling in line with the bellows of the fallen … More Break
Out of the hands of those I trusted, My softness was knuckle dusted, with blue cheeks and the dim light of freedom getting harder to see. Primal instincts failing me. No one expected me to stand and offer up my my hands gripped tight to pain devices that each had their prices. Each blow to … More Face or knuckle Duster?
When I was in rehab, I detested group therapy. Partly because I have never been good at listening to other people talk about pain when it is so ‘obvious’ what that person could or should have done – and then those that simply like the attention so the waterworks come on instantly… and also because … More Group Torture
If one more silly fucken woman asks me why I am always so sad, I am going to hunt them down and pop their fake boobs with a fork, and then grin, making my point. I am not sad… Let’s be clear: My facial muscles work just fine as demonstrated above. I can smile, I … More I Can Smile Fuckers
There are people in my world who love and adore me regardless of my crazy that I don’t always keep tucked in. I love them and am grateful for them. But there are occasions where I see the facial expression on the person I am interacting with (loved one or stranger) where they fail to … More Genetic Malfunction
You lit my cigarette mechanically, and with a jilted and wilted face. You rubbed your eye and looked at me with the other almost like assessing the space – between us. I always knew you were the same as those before you but I had hoped for most gumption. I gave a little, lost a … More No. 091