Another morning I wake up in front of the mirror
mentally exhausted
heart sore,
emotionally bruised and beaten.
Isolated from personal pleasures
By the heavy-handed victimizer of living.
Poetry
Speak
Second by second the words I left unsaid fall off a cliff.
My mind races, becoming more harried with every
Word executed by the weight on my tongue.
I know I need to speak but all I can think is
“What do you want me to say?”
Dead Man Walking
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Steel up your spine so it doesn’t rust.
They built you a box from pine and nails
If you don’t fit it isn’t you who failed.
Pick yourself up, dust off your shoes,
Grow from the dirt in which they buried you.
Multiverse
Feminist and baby-girl;
Pink skirts and blonde curls.
Independent rock chick;
Leather, liner, lyrics.
Boss Bitch or wannabe;
obsessive compulsive
or just plain lazy.
Of the world’s oddities, a historian
Steampunk and back again.
Bookworm and word nerd, Continue reading
Self Reflection
I wonder what my reflection sees in the mirror.
I look at her and all I see is her flesh that jiggles
and is covered in stretch marks.
Does she look out at me from her gilded frame
and see my bright blue eyes and youthful smile?
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