Labels. I hate them. With a burning intensity I hate them. Why do we feel it necessary to label everything? Everyone? I don’t care if you have a degree or you were in a relationship with someone that hurt you so now you are an expert…. you can not smear the words ‘narcissist’ and the … More Oh My.. *Gasp* .. a Narcissist…
You thought you would break me, amend me, and be needed by me. You thought I would beg. Mumble up offerings of adoration with shaking hands. I thought I would die, on your floor. I could not breathe in anymore. I thought you would show mercy, or some semblance of kindness. Or at least remorse. … More You Thought…
Remembering you, is like placing my lips on a heavy bottomed whiskey glass, filled with tiny sharp shards of a broken mirror and tilting it into my mouth. Slicing my tongue, the same tongue that licked the blood from your lips when you fell into my glass desk. Tearing at my throat, with a familiar … More Let Go.
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
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
You could call me a liar, but I quite like being paraphrased. You give away your blame like a gift, and then read me the headlines, like I was a bystander, rather than a witness to your forced frailty. You have forgotten for too long now, how little I forgot about you. You pretend so … More Your Face and Lace
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
CRIME WRITER
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
I write because I must
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
Mocking Bird Down 