Befuddled (Poem)

Why did I pick you? It’s such a puzzle I lost my wit Inside your pit You had me at befuddled

The Gaslight List (Poem)

The List, The List Anything but the list Place any burden on me Just don’t go down the list Isn’t it exhausting? To keep tabs on every slight? Every argument? Every rumor? Every paranoid, homespun lie?

Cannibal Stew (Poem)

I poured my guts into your hideaway Naive as it may be I thought you’d shelter me Bit by bit Sliver by sliver You took it all to make cannibal stew

Certain ‘People’ Never Change (Journal Entry)

Some people make no sense. And any last bit of extra brain power I had for processing useless information was sapped through brain trauma aka PTSD.

Word Vomit (Poem)

It starts as a throb in the back of my head Then pulsates its way to my temples As I clinch my jaws My eye starts to twitch I keep wagging my knees I can no longer sit Pace back and forthBiting my nails

Confetti (Poem)

The words to explain my state of mind After I lost all I owned and forgot who I was After decades of torment with no reprieve Daily traumatics Nightly parlays My mind draws a blank when think of the words The words to explain what no one should ever endure

My Bitch Slave Cellar (Poem)

You held me down for a long time Imprisoning my burdens so I could attempt to do that thing called “live” I taunted you daily Lunging hot metal pokers through your steel bars

What it is (Poem)

Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Amelia… If it is what it is
It can’t be what it was
Cuz if it is what it was
Then what was is all there is
And if what was is all there is
Then there can never be anything else

Introducing myself in the mental health field (Journal Entry)

I recently joined a revolutionary movement in the mental healthcare field. I was accepted into a training program to become a Recovery Support Specialist. I have only completed two classes yet I have learned more about recovery in sixteen hours than I ever learned throughout years of treatment. I have so much to say about this program but first, allow me to introduce myself.

Traumatics (Poem)

Spare me the traumatics
Just give me some peace of mind

Nightmares kreep in like overdose
Good days are lost in time

I try to find some comfort
A silver lining for my dread

But the only line I come by
is full of Monkey Headz