Head(space)

“unbeingdead isn’t beingalive” e. e. cummings Another draft from the beginning of December for my fellow winter, bluesy babes because vulnerability is all I got left. Hang in there folks, it’s war out there. ~ I hate the cold season. In the warmer seasons, I already tend to feel fidgety and anxious when saying outContinue reading “Head(space)”

Reset

Where will I find you againMy friend?On this road or at anotherBend?Maybe, at the end ‘We are all just getting by’A statement presentWhen we Cry But the truth can’t Lie We’re all just trying to getByLeave me flowers near my Stone,Once I have left this world Alone,After you have finally grown Older, May love findContinue reading “Reset”

Stacks

i am afraid. the mind holds images like fresh paint on thick canvas; colors fade through the years but the pattern constantly remains and i am afraid. memories build in stacks, car doors open to bitter air and in my mind you are gone (in my mind, this is how you died) but i knowContinue reading “Stacks”

Alone, now

i’m not supposed to be here and you are not supposed to stay it’s made clear you’ve left long ago but as you can see we are never quite on the same page i bleed alone, now, and carry myself i’ve sheltered me better, to tether my health; with the alter removed and a tasteContinue reading “Alone, now”

melancholy

the sun is awake! curtains pulled to a shallow sea the waves begin to stir with a restless ache the sun has stolen me, how to make them understand that i am fear’s permanent reside words are not thoughts nor thoughts words; fragments and slivers the world is in motion, in tune with the sea,Continue reading “melancholy”

southern bells (mama)

Mama, There is trouble in the dark folds of the clouds There’s a steady wind that’s stirrin’ A foul chill from the southern towns There is death on the horizon, Hatred hangin’ from the trees People trying to be heard but Being brought down on their Hands and knees Mama, There’s a war that’s spillingContinue reading “southern bells (mama)”