a storm is brewing
i can feel it in my bones
one to match our pain
this letting of words is my treatment...my salvation. it pulls all the toxins from my mind, body, and soul.
My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog, Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA). ...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet), but postings here will be limited. |
Saturday, September 25, 2010
0 Perpetual Fixation
to obsess is to breathe
natural and without thought
the mind festers on words spoke
or not spoken
the heart clenches at actions took
or not taken
like an asthma attack
hitting suddenly
wreaking havoc on the body
obsession takes hold
wringing me dry
leaving me exhausted
to obsess is to breathe
a natural and debilitating disease
natural and without thought
the mind festers on words spoke
or not spoken
the heart clenches at actions took
or not taken
like an asthma attack
hitting suddenly
wreaking havoc on the body
obsession takes hold
wringing me dry
leaving me exhausted
to obsess is to breathe
a natural and debilitating disease
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
6 ataxia curse
Watching Jake walk is like watching a drunken sailor. The walls seem to magically move toward him, nudging him back into line as his devolving gait takes him off course. And though I do my best to hide it, my heart sinks with the knowledge that as his disease ripens it will continue to eat away at his nervous system until walking is not an issue he will need to contend with.
This post was inspired by Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>gait, nudge(-e+ing), ripen(s)]. These three words brought back a memory that left quite an impression...I suppose that's why I locked it up in my memory center.
This post was inspired by Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>gait, nudge(-e+ing), ripen(s)]. These three words brought back a memory that left quite an impression...I suppose that's why I locked it up in my memory center.
Monday, September 20, 2010
0 Methods to Soothe Raging Emotions
gritted teeth
hold tears at bay
a flimsy dam of sticks
bombarded by raging emotions
longing to pour freely
rioting music
course throughout
a volatile tidal wave
melding with raging emotions
longing to find rhythm
breath moves
slowly in, slowly out
a soft gentle breeze
releases the raging emotions
longing to sufficate
hold tears at bay
a flimsy dam of sticks
bombarded by raging emotions
longing to pour freely
rioting music
course throughout
a volatile tidal wave
melding with raging emotions
longing to find rhythm
breath moves
slowly in, slowly out
a soft gentle breeze
releases the raging emotions
longing to sufficate
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