Crazy Talk

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

Break

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

Broken Glass

You phoned me, often. Your young voice needing me to direct you, guide you and tell you that — everything will be okay. I considered you among the few in the circle that I would trust with my own darkest and broken pieces. Now, I am left wondering when the lies started? When we met? … More Broken Glass

Group Torture

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

Genetic Malfunction

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

Me?

Dance with me, Walk with me. Look at me. Need me. Show me. Want me. Smile for me. Breathe for me. Listen to me. Cry with me. Bend for me. Deviate for me. With me. Care for me. Love me. Sing to me. Read to me. Share with me. Walk away from me. Turn your … More Me?