History of Me
I took some pictures. Things I’ve seen a thousand times or more. If home is where my memories live, these are the things that the walls are made of. Continue reading History of Me
Tag: aging
Unheard Warnings, a poem
Unheard Warnings Speaking loud into the ether, hoping that someone will hear. Shouting silent words of wisdom, unwrapped from my mortal fear. Know the history, heed its warning. Find it waiting for you there. In the winter, I will slumber; liken me to bear and squirrel. In the autumn, find me wishing always to be have been a girl. In the springtime, in the summer, … Continue reading Unheard Warnings, a poem
Loneliness Epidemic, a poem and meditation
The neglected old, the imprisoned innocent, the once-loved, and the never-loved. People are forgotten every day. Loneliness Epidemic In the cages, silent sit, The doomed and ancient, Credence stripped. The tireless dead echo their pain, Commiserating In dismay. From without, I see within, But cannot lift a Hand to win Back the lives they’ll unjustly lose, Unloved, abandoned, and abused. I meant for this post … Continue reading Loneliness Epidemic, a poem and meditation
Narcissism Sucks
I don’t have any answers or poetry to share. Not right now. Just questions. And a headache. Is she sick or just resenting that I have not visited enough? Is she being narcissistic or is she having an actual problem? Is she failing mentally or just wanting me to do everything for her? Is she really upset or just begging sympathy about something a 5 … Continue reading Narcissism Sucks
Middle-Aged, a Poem
Forty-five is half of Ninety. Here, I find the middle age. Subtly stalking immortality And hiding from the passing day, I creep from bed a little slower, I work to recall what I meant to say, But today I know so much more Than I thought I knew just yesterday. Continue reading Middle-Aged, a Poem
Beautiful Death
If you have seen my newest poetry chapbook, you know I deal with depression. Depression is not something I would wish on anyone, but it has given me a unique perspective on mortality. Death is beautiful. I have no fear of death. I’m not physically reckless because I don’t want to be injured. I’m not financially reckless either, because I like having a home and … Continue reading Beautiful Death
Time, Animate
Time presses me forward and calls me back. I remember, regret, remain, react. Daily life skitters, plain and dull. I waste it pursuing an unworthy goal. Too tired to rise, too busy to sin. Uncomfortable in aging skin. Things I wanted have faded away. Now I dream of some future day. But when I can sit calmly in the sun, I’ll be dreaming of adventures … Continue reading Time, Animate
Immortal
There comes a time when one must realize an end. We are here on borrowed time, Using borrowed bodies, hearts, and minds. Our memories and actions will be erased. Only our souls, memoryless, Shall endure as maturing beings. We are immortal, but our bodies are not. Life is an overwhelming And educational condition. Soul to souls to soul, visceral bodies spent. Only our true cores … Continue reading Immortal
When Roses Rest
When roses rest, They are still beautiful. Their scent becomes stronger, Their color more vibrant. When I grow old, I’d like to be like a rose, Personality clear, Treasured until the end. Continue reading When Roses Rest
Traveling
I’m traveling through life. The world is swimming by in a Blur of green and blue and work. I’m falling from nowhere to nowhere and It feels like standing still, But I know I’m traveling because I never seem to recognize myself. Mirrors in this place move Faster than time and I can’t see what I meant to be, back when I took my first … Continue reading Traveling
Lucidity Lamb 