#mentalwellbeing
I thought I knew your words
It was like knowing anybody out there
A blank page in the book of Proverbs
Bait and switch without the wisdom
But you didn’t know what you brought
Soulless protection to fear
You called
me a scared little girl
Little did you know
I was my own savior
What is it you said I needed?
A so-called enlightenment?
But who knew your darkness wrapped *** magik
Could save vulnerability and attempt to destroy the authentic luxury of me
No. Only fake love in lust can do that
For lust is loss and I’m not gone
Then there was you and me again
That night unveiled me
The unevolved me
Still I knew
I was going to make it out alive
I am here.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Roses are red,
thinking gets dicey.
Speak to a doctor,
before things get too spicy.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC
And the ground beneath
My feet vanishes.
The air in my lungs
Evaporates within me.
The blood in my veins
Exsanguinates through my pores.
And my mind shrivels and expands
Like the core ready to explode.
And I’m dying.
5 things I can see:
The chair
The sky
The door
The walls
My hand
The walls are closing in.
4 things I can touch:
The floor
The chair
My hair
The walls
The walls swirl in my vision
3 things I can hear:
The birds outside
The fan
The sound of my feet bouncing off the floor.
The walls move in and out of my vision.
2 things I can smell
The cut grass.
The sweat on my skin
The walls
1 thing I can taste:
The salt on my lips.
And then the walls vanish.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
I see the pieces in you that keep you away
Reflecting off your silent speech
The color jade in blue green
Glass stripping innocence
Produces a passion flower flavor dripping
In my mouth
Taste buds gone raw
I tried to protect a mask
with a sharred imagination
A wild sunspun refraction strips me down in light strips
Light strips
form
laser electric prisms
Turn me inside out
That’s when the light comes on
So let me
Take them off already
Where are you sun?
I want you to know me
I wanted to know you so bad
But the real me saved who you knew
Who you thought you knew when we first met that night
Dark and still
Inside the insides of your filthy car
stark leather streaked
Unfiltered cuts
I was keyed in
My intuition pure
The front seat
Headlights falsified
F your own self and **********
Until you sink into sinner’s sleep
That’s a lot of hidden pain
to carry inside a heart burning body
Unconscious to the crisp
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Don’t be harsh on yourself.
Don’t shrink your feelings.
Talk to yourself — you deserve your own kindness.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 7:23 AM UTC
Children in backyards playing in the sunshine of summertime;
Swing sets and trampolines, ***** feet and scarred knees.
Wandering through the forest, free to be explorers;
Sleeping in tents always made the most sense.
Those were some good days, living in our old place.
Come winter, we’d jump out of bed, gather the sleds;
Adventures to the big hill, always a thrill.
Snowball fights on starry nights
Until we were satisfied, then warmed by the fireside.
Those were some fun days, living in our old place.
As we got older, life seemed colder;
From my brothers, my father and my mother
The distance increased and the days ceased
When we would play and it was all okay.
Those were some lonely days, living in our old place
Depression visited me too young, the isolation wasn't fun;
Eleven years old, I was sternly told
That of it I should not speak, life became excessively bleak.
Overcome with sadness, an innocent girl navigating through the madness.
Those were some hard days, living in our old place.
Wondering where all the love went and the quality time spent,
Lacking a meaningful connection, absent of familial affection.
Alone in a poorly lit bedroom, experiencing psychological gloom.
Riddled with confusion and fear, everything became more unclear.
Those were some scary days, living in our old place.
We moved on our separate ways, trying to land a job that pays
And find friends who would make amends
To my broken heart, offering a brand new start.
But nothing quite compared to the love that I had for you...
During all those good days, living in our old place.
Maybe emotional neglect has a lifelong effect,
Remaining difficult to let go of the hurt that continued to grow
When I was only a child. Still longing to be reconciled
While learning how to cope, forever holding on to hope
Throughout these restless days, living in our new place.
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC