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)
May 16, 2021 by 3 Comments
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)
May 15, 2021 by Leave a Comment
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)
May 13, 2021 by Leave a Comment
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)
May 4, 2021 by 1 Comment
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)
May 3, 2021 by Leave a Comment
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)
April 29, 2021 by Leave a Comment
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)
February 4, 2021 by Leave a Comment
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)
June 20, 2019 by Leave a Comment
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)
March 15, 2017 by Leave a Comment
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
