There are seconds, sometimes long hours, where my head feels heavy. Heavy with a weighted accumulation of thoughts. Some unimportant, and some important enough to be worth avoiding. But to turn my back on one, means to stare at another, and the pressure is not unlike that of a boiling kettle. Steam burns brand those … More I’m Fine.
I moan about being misunderstood – and it occurred to me today that I would be thoroughly disappointed if I was actually understood completely. That ‘understanding’ would change the very definitions which I have gathered up over 35 years worth of hard trudging through my life as I have interpreted it. To be completely understood … More Yes, I am aware I am mad.
I mapped your face, like the Egyptians mapped the stars. I knew every part of your face, your mouth and your hands. Your legs. In my bed. Spread. I made you read to me, just for the sound of your voice. I needed you, like a traveler needs a compass. Like a nomad needs water. … More Mocking Bird DOWN
Locking myself , head bowed, in time to the knocking; Knocking of your calloused knuckles on my rib cage, locking, Blocking the darts aimed at my face, defense wounds shocking, shocking to the mind. An assault coupled with flailing attempts at blocking. Bleed with me, huddled over my own heart to protect it from your … More Sestet Challenge: Blocking the Knocking.
Turn me inside out, fill me with stones, and let me sink. deep into the dark murky below the tourists who sip on cocktails and apply sun cream. I can pretend I am a mermaid, and that you meant me no harm. I can replay the tune in my head that has been circling for … More Forget me not.
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.
So, about 7 or 8 years ago, I held one of my brothers girlfriends up against a wall by her throat. I am only 5ft tall, and I remember locking my elbow so that her weight didn’t buckle my arm. I had been silently hating her with more venom with each encounter we had. She … More Temper, temper. The things people remember…
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