I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
Where do you go when
Your mind is racing
Your thoughts are
Taking you to unfamiliar places.
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Do you travel to
Distant places where
Reality doesn’t exist
Time and space are a myth
Or does your heart
Pulse with love,
And the once quiet yearning
Finally breaks loose
Does the anger
The sad regret
Seep from your pores
Allowing you to mourn
Where do you go
When you need
To be free…
Look
Leap
Look before you leap
Leap before you look
Stop
Reach out
Reach in
Deep within
Let them in
Keep them out
Have a heart
Heart on your sleeve
A cold heart
A lonely heart
Safe unbroken heart
Love
Love and get hurt
Hurt before you get loved
No love, no hurt
Alone
“Your body is a wonderland,” he says.
My body is a wasteland. He has not endeavored through the recesses of my mind. That is the true wonderland.
“Be forewarned,” I say. “Once you have traveled there, you will emerge much like the Hatter.”
There are so many of them.
Not schizophrenic,
Internal diversity.
Full of opinions,
Full of shit perhaps.
Sifting through
The baggage
The positive and negative
Words spoken
True or false
Compiling self,
Deleting self loathing
Building character
Finding a Voice
Speaking out loud…
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She wasn’t certain what demons would be waiting when she turned the corner. It was worse thank she feared. Stopped in her tracks she stood face to face with the only creature she was afraid of. Herself.
A cascade of tears
Flow down my face
My heart becomes
A cavern of empty dreams
There is no next chapter
Written from here
I must start over
Hone a new craft
That will become me
Hold my head high
And wear the crown
That carries hope
Once upon a time there wasn’t a happy ending. People met. Fell in love. Fell out of love. Met again and had families, or didn’t. Maybe never met and that was ok too. Some people lived and others died. Children grew up and continued the cycle. Life moved along as it does. Endings happened. Some were happy most were sad, but life always began again.
One night after heavy drinking in a bar, she came home and told me everything she hated about me. On and on. Why were we even together? When she wasn’t looking I smashed a bottle into her head. She doesn’t hate anything about me anymore.
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Uncertain beginning
Struggle to live
Constant obstructions
Withdraw from all
Close off
Complete solitude
Recover
Emanate
Gradually
Blinding light
Frightened
Brace
Flutter
Flutter
Flutter
Let go
Fly Free
BW©️
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