poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
You probably don't understand me. You probably never will. I can tell you that my brain is scattered and to the brim it is filled with madness. My mind is never the same. I'm constantly changing. Forever. I can tell you that I'm a writer. I'm a poet. I know it. I can tell you… Continue reading It Takes Stepping Stones (to get to me)
Alice, You've reached the tipping point. Alice, you might want to steady Your balance. Alice... You might want to Ground yourself a bit. I know what it looks like When your nerves are fried And I see it under each eyelid. I did. You're going to split. You're going to trip. Alice, The tipping point… Continue reading Alien Thoughts (2)
trigger warning I'm not sure of the exact moment Hannah began to walk out of the light but I'm pretty sure it started when she sat down with her boss on a hot and stuffy September morning and had to explain to him (for the first time ever) that her life was not as perfect… Continue reading When I split into pieces.
If all the heartbreak I've endured lately is going to do anything to me I'm going to make sure it doesn't kill me. I'm going to insist instead that it give me life. All of this heart ache and damage to my soul; to who I am as a person, It is not going… Continue reading alive & breathing
Photo by mason cook on Pexels.com When I come out of it My hands are shaking And my arms feel like dead weight. My mind is asleep. I can't quite think straight. When I come out of it I know that my monsters have finally left To briefly rest. Oh, how I wish… Continue reading “A monster’s lullaby,” no.111
Unraveling my soul 