A mix of everything from free form, to verses, to spoken word, to haiku touching on all topics from insomnia, to addiction, to borderline personality and mental health.
The stuff of stars is what she says we’re made of,
Wildly burning out into the nothing behind warming halos.
Waves of ink staining heaven above wrap around them,
They blaze on in resistance.
Never faltering.
Even though they are but a Dot waging war against an endless sea,
Each wails its personal music into the beyond to remind us that we are not alone,
And some of us are even Angela’s.
Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD. This is also a common acronym for Bi-Polar Disorder, to differentiate, Bi-Polar is often BPAD) is more than just an irregularity in personality. It is a serious and debilitating brain disorder. It is associated with abnormal neural circuitry, meaning the brain doesn’t fire off the way it’s supposed to. Side Effects […]
via Learning: What Is Borderline Personality Disorder? — Border Like Mind
Why is it that my words echo with such deep longing and feel so true,
But my actions call to task each syllable, each letter, each sentence,
Make me a liar in my own eyes, and shame me to the one I love.
Why is it that I regret each moment of time that I connect to another,
When I know that it will end in tears, that it will end in sadness, in another broken heart,
Because inside I never seem to change from the disgusting thing I’ve always been.
Why is it that the outside which feels so pure and grasps for grace blessed with integrity is so sweet,
When foulness runs afoot on seconds of impulse, chased spots of purgatory, whims of fancy,
Forever haunting myself with the tastes of beauty that I want the world to see me for.
That I think I can be.
But I deceive myself worse than all the rest.
I can never change.
So it seems.
And only God can forgive me in the end.
For I can never forgive myself.
-S
Regrettably, today was the first time I delved into the world of Phoebe Chi (PuppyDoc). Words have a certain sensation bordering on synesthesia when their magic is unlocked. This is just a sampling from a remarkably prolific and talented writer that I sincerely hope you will enjoy as much as I am beginning to.
Immortalized
within counterfeit fibers
of a petrified forest
are your sorrows
weighed with silt,
swallowed by shadows
of its own valley,
silenced beneath
the porcelain surface
of a visage pristine.
Banish them.
Let your tears cathartic
burn these cheeks of mine.
Scour them with scars
of an ancient past
of an ache relived.
Let me bear the dusk
until from the womb,
emerged pure as
the morning dew,
is our love renewed.
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Spartan winks tell all, Shirking duty when eyes meet, Spellbound in such deep heat. Tentacles probing, Suction pads across sore lips, Beaks of hardened stone. Crystallize my veins, Wanton hate turn…
Source: Elegantly Disturbed Haikus #2
Loosening around the edges,
With screws tweaked hard until they’re embedded deep.
Frothy blackened ink flows with silkiness,
Out across the indents to smear your tools.
Graceful and petulant the grime shines,
A mirrored tone that shakes each reflection.
Fingers slide off in an impatient rush,
Avoiding the wandering glaze seeping out with each torque.
Whetstone polish to sharpen the blade,
That soldiering behemoth of broken muse will never do as bade.
Because, are you kidding me. Verbal brain sex without a condom. Thank you pseudonymous #wordplay #poetry #crazy
I had a vision while everyone was sleeping that I would find you where the redwoods met the madrones I was to go there alone six years ago with my perforated medicine water bottle backpack two pape…
Source: Craterellus cornicopioides
Thanks Twisted Sister {Ed. Note — the following is from the writer’s own site, a truly amazing high-speed journey through life.} Throughout the course of my life I’ve experienced the true extremes of the spe…
Source: NONFICTION — A Day in the Life
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 