The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
Tag: poetry
Inner Child
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Where Is Nowhere?
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
“We Are Your Revelation”
Sexual abuse, trauma; Leaves physical scars Too deep to ever leave.
I Am
I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression.
2.0.1.9 Outro
I have dissected new sections of pain which remain in the hidden spaces of my brain.
Skeletons Remain
Skeletons remain in the spaces beneath the pain. My brain becomes a seismograph of moving timelines and opportunities to rewind. I enter the dark caverns armed. This is no place for charm or niceties. This is a war to be fought by a single army. I am one with what was formed. I go quiet … Continue reading Skeletons Remain
I Stopped Fighting Because I Can’t Win
I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
Do You Want To Know Why I Won’t Let You Get Close? Circa 2005
I spent the last couple of evenings sifting through CDs of writing going back almost 15 years. This poem was written in 2005. It really took me back to the cusp of my pain. In those days when I felt deeply haunted, poetry was my soul's literary life saver. Do You Want To Know Why … Continue reading Do You Want To Know Why I Won’t Let You Get Close? Circa 2005
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