Rumi
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways – Rumi Advertisements
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Births
We were born twice, you and I First, when a hospital light struck us new and one when our souls … Continue Reading Births
Be gone
So, how dare you kill me with your worded sword and have me floating amongst the living? So, how dare … Continue Reading Be gone
Lone wolf
Lone wolf. Love me and sleep where I sleep You don’t have to be alone no more The sun … Continue Reading Lone wolf
Subject 1: Acceptance, truest love
How does it feel to be abandoned? I mean, you can’t really- I mean how does it feel? It’s shit. … Continue Reading Subject 1: Acceptance, truest love
Diary Excerpt: I don’t know
I recently went back to my old notebooks and read a lot of what i’d written and so, I’d like so share one with you. It’s unedited and it dates back to early 2016 but I do remember feeling that … Continue Reading Diary Excerpt: I don’t know
Phantom Limb Syndrome
I wonder if they realize that it’s like being in a coffin six feet under, yet feeling every maggot that feeds off you, yet hearing the grieves of others and never fully understanding its magnitude, yet feeling rotten without them.
1. The Introduction: Story of loss
I’ll put the recorder in front and I promise I am here to hear and not to judge
4. Pity
Diary excerpt
No matter how big we think we are, we, dispensable, selfish beings are truly an accident of cosmic birth.
Birds
How wrong was I to think that they needn’t a home?
Recipe; Juicy roasted child
I’ve thought about it too often I had to write it down, no matter how disturbing. I seasoned a whole chicken yesterday for the first time. I’m not vegetarian nor vegan. I’m not even pescetarian (Although, I aspire to be) … Continue Reading Recipe; Juicy roasted child
Bundles
I don’t suppose I can feel the same way again in this life time. Perhaps, in another.
3. Loss and Insanity
as I tell you all this-
as I tell you this while my hands tremble,
while I turn 300 shades of red,
while your face is a complete blur from tears I shed
to what I’ve lost decades ago
Do you still wonder if I’ve killed my husband?
A Bitch to Write
Why is it that even after knowing about his ways I still find him whole?
She is Yellow
Cock the pistol
pull the trigger
she won’t die tonight
you can’t kill the sun
you cannot shoot its rays