Toxic Lindane
You met me at a time when I wasn’t me. So I don’t blame you for your decree. It’s just… I’m a person, much more than a flea. I’m not
Queen of My Head
Another soul with pain, in real life. Full of hardships, scars, and a lot of strife. But in my head you have been anointed. You run the show. You call the
Cycle of Deceit
For nearly a year now, I’ve been dealing internally with the fallout from three very painful relationships that were lost or never materialized or whatever. I’ve been in a vicious
Napalm Feels
I wept like a child. When I found out. That horses were bound. To a finite space. Given rules. But stripped of grace. A shadow cast. A line not
Don’t Just Be
Be other worldly. Bounce to the beat of your own drum. Be in the atmosphere. Know it’s going in. Be the bear that snags the salmon. Patiently. Bravely. Calmly. Hungry
These Clones
Like a dying planet, my heart aches. Pounding, indescribably, words don’t exist. My intuition is rendered useless. And appears when my thoughts are, at present, committed. These clones pursue me.
Rusted Soon
In my head. This greatness is dead. It’s gone from me. How can that be? They’re 11, 9, and 7. But I’m in a place. Where they’ve all gone away.
Jungle Mouse
If I can’t attack the night. With delightful fright. And you in sight. Then who am I but a mouse. In Laos. Running to my jungle house. If I
Sweet In The Morning
You’re sweet like honey in the morning When the day starts with fire Kids up early and the cell phone alarming You’re exhausted at night As you lie down
I Carried Her Pain
I carried her pain like a sack of grain. A hand-off of sorts. Like in a football game. I carried her pain like my favorite meal. Refusing to eat.
Cargo Train
In every ounce of pain. There’s an opportunity. To throw aboard the train. That which needs to leave you. Call it a cleansing. Call it release. But when that something
Murderous Mirage
Caught in this snare of irritation and anguish. Mirages of freedom close in on me. Thirsty, I reach out to the catalyst of my every breathe. I crash back down
Black Desert
I’m stranded. In this desert of black. Where I can usually see, now I see nothing. All the emotions are dried up and cracked. A life full of pain shoots
We Don’t Let Go
I’m looking ahead I see so much I’m drowning in data I’m out of touch I’m floating above I’m watching myself You see my pain You’re quite confused You’re reaction
We Finally Meet
My mind is the battleground. War wages on between my imagination and reality. Strike, counter strike. We never rest. I’m awaken to images in my mind, being flipped through like
Illusion of Freedom
My heart felt relief But it was only a coup Many months ago What could I do? She sent me away to never return But made no sense as I
The Prison She Chose
As I inquired about the emotional state of his wife, I was taken aback by his response. “She gets upset, making comparisons to what others have. Don’t let it bother
Monkey Business
My mind is not here. Monkey business all the time. My emotions turn sad. I’m trapped in my mind. Is the pressure barometric? The shock feels electric. Or is it
I Know Her
When I saw her I paused Because I knew her I didn’t know her from the past The future is where we crossed paths The way the light attached to
A Dark Intuition
Intuition has been defined as a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning. As an INFJ, my dominant introverted intuition (Ni) often gives me
Hurt Track
The agony returned. Face down in the dirt. Someone hit repeat. On my track of hurt. Nowhere to be. No one cared. Nothing is left. Just memories and despair. I