You Are Bleeding My Dear

She ran through the dampness & darkness, seeking her breath in the fog and hallowed light. The horses stopped the brigade at the fence to finish the fight. She wondered why they called it an army when it was her alone. Swinging her head from side to side, she realized it was her mistakes that she…

Missing the College Days …

I’m reminiscing about College today. I am not sure why it hit me out of nowhere, but I want to be back there for some time. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s Halloween. Maybe it’s because I am over this ‘being an adult’ thing. I wish I were back at the house, after class, getting…

A Box in the Corner

There’s a box in the corner, Collecting your dust and gathering my thoughts. The story inside is getting too large; It’s unfolding and unraveling the strangest of plots. Somewhere along the line we forgot the key. We hid it under a rock but nature took flight; Growing its vines in, around, and under… It’ll take a holy curiosity to…

Open Mic Night at the Senior Citizen’s Center

I missed my opportunity this evening at my parents’ Retirement Community Open Mic Night for Halloween! But I still have an hour left to burst through the door and recite my Panic Attack Poem, from earlier this morning, to a handful of senior citizens. Oh, I so want to! Ha. I’m sick, but I have…

Poetry – The Muse Within

Poetry is a great way to tell someone you love them, without saying it outright; It’s a great way to say goodbye too, with a sprinkle of wit and a dash of might. It packs a punch and leaves them to wonder; Is it me or is it her, in this case full of blunders?…

It’s Too Late

It’s too late, my love. Too late to call. Too late to drive. Too late to fall In love again. Too late to jump. Too late to slide. Too late to run In and hide; Away from today And into tomorrow. The past is behind us, Don’t beg, steal and borrow. You’ve cashed in your crop…

Two Frustrating Questions

…that I have been pondering. #1: They say that in early recovery, floods of emotions pour into your soul that you may not be ready to handle. We are so used to drowning them out with alcohol or drugs that we are almost incapable of dealing with them without it. I ask this then, why…

I Count Down the Hours

I count down the hours until nightfall, when my mind is frozen in silence again. The moon is my buffer against life and it quells the pain. The daylight brings panic and the nightfall brings sedation, from the corners of my fears to the riddles of the day’s hesitations. Under the cover of darkness, the world is frozen in time…

Conversations with Monkey Sauce

Heard from the kitchen this morning (2nd, 3rd and 4th words uttered out of the mouth after “Good Morning”)…. “FUCK! SON OF A BITCH! GOD DAMMIT!” Monkey: “Does he have Tourettes?” Me: “He doesn’t have Tourettes, he has fucking issues.” Monkey: “Well, at least he has a decent vocabulary.” Me: “And he claims I need…

The Letter Hasn’t Arrived…

I had this dream once, about 10 years ago. I will never forget it. It was a letter that was longer than a history book, sent straight for my heart, and only mine. It was from someone that loved me deeply, from afar…someone that didn’t quite tell me how they loved me or at all….until…

Song for Zula

Phosphorescent – Song for Zula I posted this three times now. I think I love this song. 😉 “Some say love is a burning thing That it makes a fiery ring Oh but I know love as a fading thing Just as fickle as a feather in a stream See, honey, I saw love, you…