Posts tagged ‘depression’

both ~ away ~


one is across the country,

the other ~ across an ocean


I am in the center waiting ~



here or there ~



waiting ~


waiting for this ~ profound




away ~




Lily Lake




June 11, 2015 at 11:49 am 18 comments

searching ~


i have been searching for a story

with a happy ending ~

something simple

not grand,

no complications or pain.


a production of sorts ~

words dancing on pages,

pages waltzing through chapters,

chapters leaping between covers…

all bound by a simple






can it be such a story truly exists


am i fooling my heart ~ wasting

my days ~ searching




I can… will… never write?




May 27, 2015 at 11:43 am 4 comments

present always…



my thoughts of you


very much like the sun ~

they rise and fall,

shine and fade


they never






they are omnipresent…


forever floating through…





sunrise at lily lake with a goose

Lily Lake (the big pond) at sunset.




May 13, 2015 at 12:43 pm 6 comments

this is ~

Beasts of Articulation

this is my heart ~ feeling


my mind is ~ shouting ~

eyes drowning in tears


my veins spill blood into the night.

I cry out upon deaf ears ~

will my slumber ever sing…

dreams of beauty


will it be consumed…

by this shameful darkness



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May 7, 2015 at 7:55 pm 4 comments

10 for Tuesday = ten word story #13



“each  heart beat


into chaos








April 28, 2015 at 12:23 pm 5 comments

… faltering…

April 24, 2015 at 7:32 pm 2 comments


April 21, 2015 at 7:09 pm 3 comments

Friday Flash – Shattered

Felicity at The Dark Chronicles – has a wonderful Friday prompt called Friday Flash.  This week’s challenge is called ‘Shattered’.

This is a prompt – to paraphrase Felicity – this is not of ‘word’ only, but of thoughts. It’s feeling the word you see, writing what you feel and revealing a “break” – whether the “break is mental, physical or meta-physical…the point of no return.”  When I saw Felicity’s post, I knew exactly what she meant and knew I had written a piece which, in my humble opinion, describes all of the above.  Incidentally, it is the first poem I ever wrote (not counting high school) and posted on WordPress.

 ~ Numb ~

I want to feel numb – feel nothing.

Feel no love – when it goes away, I do not have to feel so bad.

Feel no hate.

Feel no guilt – for feeling no love or hate.

Feel no hurt or pain – just a nothing existence.

Numb – be dead.  No feelings of anything, just nothingness.


A brief explanation:

This piece was originally written in October of 2010.  I shortly, thereafter, revised it as a result of a derogatory comment made by the person who encouraged me to start blogging in the first place.  As a result of his comments (he was not Bill), I buckled under the pressure and lightened it up a bit. I was uncomfortable with this decision, so I posted it – again – word for original word in March 2012 – this being four days before Bill passed away.  What came next was a nightmare I could never have foreseen.  A long story made short:  when I found Bill’s lifeless body, I went into shock.  My neighbor, who had read this piece online and understood my emotional state at the time, was worried for my physical well-being and I was sent, against my will, to the hospital and kept for the day, under ‘supervision’.  I will continue no further on this matter, except to say I had never felt so blindsided, violated, helpless, humiliated, scared, distraught and completely – totally – alone in all of my life.

I did re-post this one more time in February of 2013, after I began writing again.  It was also a few weeks before what was an extremely difficult one year anniversary of Bill’s passing and I had fallen as emotionally low as a person could go.

March 27, 2015 at 1:23 pm 6 comments

swept away

March 25, 2015 at 1:54 am 3 comments

just one ~


to calm the nerves

to quiet the mind

to dull the pain

but ~ ~ ~ at what price?



the view from the driveway

9pm – the view from my driveway – snow encrusted with ice and frosted with lamplight


March 5, 2015 at 2:27 pm 14 comments

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