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Life. I'm born. I grow and emerge with each day. The days pass and the body grows. It reaches a final height; a final mark. And then? The self grows t..
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When the traumatized self speaks: All Becomes stillThe self screamsAnd the body becomes so stillSo still, stiff, deaf, muteThe most monstrous hypo-aro..
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Just something I felt the need to write about.
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It's amazing how she lights up the room. Why? Why should that be? Why should a "mongrel" to an earlier generation be seen as the symbolic center of fa..
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How can I be so Mindless?Lost to the things that I doFrom moment to momentI feel I am sometimes lost in a dazeThe reverie of livingSo many similar day..
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I love my pooch and she loves me.I know it,I show it..But I wonder? Does she know it? If you were a dog in a dogs bodyYou would think like a dogConstr..
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Can you imagine it? No. Its my experience, not yours.
You do not know and you can never know
Unless you too have experienced it
I don&rsqu..
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I am differentIt is hard for meTo explain myselfTo youA wall exists between meAnd all othersI wouldn't even knowWhere to begin--------------My mind sh..
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I, I,The struggle...Deafened, Flattened, DeflatedThe arrows, when they strikeHit so hardI cannot breatheI cannot seeI cannot orientCan not/ Can NotThe..
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Hear an echo in my mindConsciousness swarmsAnd back it comesLike a boomerang I've swung back So Many TimesLightning Strikes Back, Again and AgainAtten..
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