Trauma, Mental Health & More!
Knotted face on nodding spine Claimed this home before your time Pinned the sky onto your eye Then turned around and said goodbye Then churned a sound to cause your fright How a while can screech so wild When steps stretch craters wide Death tonight is really taking its time Scratched the... Continue Reading →
Anger has a bad rep, but what a friend to have! When you haven't taken the time to sit down with Anger, it will blind you when it joins in the moment. A joy to have around, but not really an ideal daily dinner guest. It's with Anger that I have really learned discipline. I found... Continue Reading →
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys
Two stars meet for a reason that is neither Luck nor fate nor coincidence Out of notnot-boredom and notnot-love One planet is born Two stars see the light and wont let go The planet is abused It points at its parents who point at theirs what is a crime but a botched excuse All crimes... Continue Reading →
Since i quit the corporate life last year, I’ve had to really face my definition of friendship. Many friends are made out of convenience, similar interests or the wider friend group. I thought I had realised that friendships, like any other relationship, needs active work. But once I completely changed what I wanted in life,... Continue Reading →
last year, i cut my hairfrom hip length to ear lengthbut between my shoulder bladesi still felt a tingling in mirrors, i caught a glimpseof a large fluffy spider clingingto my spine, its legs restingon my ribs. i stretched thin and laid it on thickit didn't budgei tickled its bum and poked it with a... Continue Reading →
I am part of a generation that feels abandoned. Picture a child, left alone all day with other children, and then left alone all alone. Resenting the parents it was gifted, because they were no parents at all.And thus was their role; I was born to call my mother by her first name. Now, when... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 