Lesson Learned.

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.

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

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

Lost in Translation

What happens when, a man would rather be angry, even vengeful, than to admit the frailty of fear? What happens then? There is no bravery or courage in fear, nor in anger, but at least fear fueled rage yields results. The smell of burning minds, and the fear has no traceable scent. The meek and … More Lost in Translation

Dead Girl Walking

Abandon all hope. Hope is for the children, who know not yet what they do. Make no promises, especially not to the dying. You can’t apologise later for failing to save. Ignore the mocking birds, and the yellow eyed ravens that hover, in waiting. They are just passing time. Drink the filter coffee in the … More Dead Girl Walking

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