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3.3k · Sep 2014
empty black purse
C Sep 2014
empty black purse
old love notes
all wrinkled
now molding
damp and limp

boat trips and fancy dinners
airplanes and hangers
ocean views and hotels
princess treatment

promises made
one plastic ring
fit
if taped

texted pictures
a portrait
a yacht
videos shared

two months
later invisible
me and my quite room
and an empty refrigerator

let go

empty black purse
wild goose chase
just a distraction
a fantasy

let go
2.9k · Sep 2014
Goodbye Enemies
C Sep 2014
Goodbye enemies
talking and stalking
I never knew you
while you spoke
rearranging truth
snide comments
rude ideas
toxic seeds
in infertile soil
planted deep
without water
dried
without roots

Goodbye enemies
branches without leaves
leaves without life
rotting designs
molding fruits
twisting reality
wildest roots
lifting up houses
poisoning
mine

Goodbye enemies
smirk and stare
I don't care
I never knew you
and you never knew me
trauma bonding
at my expense
a primitive mindset
but no drums
or pretty colors
or life-fortifying culture
dried and dead

Goodbye enemies
Dedicated to the Smith and Green Clan of attackers with no boundaries, respect for newbies or common decency.

I was made a target of people from two different families while trying to date someone. They made me a vessel for their hate for him (the family scapegoat). It's a hard thing to endure, as a woman. One year later and I'm still processing the experience. Needless to say, a strong history of alcohol and substance abuse ran through these families I once knew. How they survive living the way they do is beyond me. They cut me. I was blindsided. I am still healing.

Leaving that relationship was one of the best things that happened to me.
402 · Sep 2014
Shunner's Quartet
C Sep 2014
Four Men Gather to Sing
Among them my Father
Father sings First
Then the Rest

Sing Father Sing
Sing for Me
Sung than Silent
Sings no more for Me

Sing Nature Boy Sing
Camp Songs Ring
Sing with Me by the Fire
It's Burning Me Too Ouch

Sing Artist
I Sing back Praise
Sing some More
No more Sound

Sing Knight
Sound of Light
Sing Again
Silent
337 · Jan 2017
My Walls
C Jan 2017
Standing in front of one
Trying to knock it down
You can touch it
You can see them

Walls

All around my town
I didn't build them
Many were already there
I just climbed over one
Then another, and another

Long before you came

It's harder to get in between now

— The End —