One word becomes three. Misery loves company.
Category: Sober thoughts
‘Tis the Season
I am not myself. I am a flawed mannequin of motions, emotionless. Or cocooned in numbness. A sticky web of … More
Poor Me Out
Winter chills. Unpaid bills. Morbid anniversaries. Don’t forget. Holiday spiritless. Exhaustion invisible. Imaginary trauma. Immoral dilemma. Promise me. Parental failure. … More
Confession
I am fierce. And fiercely insecure. I am passionate. Passionately untamed. I am intelligent. Although some decisions are unwise. I … More
Tilted Pedestal
I rose from stone in strokes of ash Marbled with memories, chipped Cold in the heat of my desires Puddle … More
Razor Cuts
You left me on the edge of rejection’s denial Drifting under the darkness of love’s revival Sinking into the quicksand … More
Sky Writing
𝘔𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥
Afternoon Write
A sun drop flares memories that dance in gleeful disdain Mocking a mournful heart that seeks another kiss good-bye ©09/07/2020
Exhausted
©07/04/2020
