Don’t be worried when I shed tears. Be worried when I stop.
When I shed tears, it means I’m dealing with it like a man should. when I stop it means my system is broken, it can shut down any minute.
#MindMyMind #M3Movement #MentalHealthKE #MHAW2017 #MentalHealthAwarenessWeek2017
The place we used to hide in is no longer a secret, they have discovered it and known the secrets it kept. Our beautiful moments flew when adulterous wives brought their men in; the charcoal notes stood the test of time—to tell tales of our childhood indulgence.
My son, in this life compete with fellow men, don’t ever try to compete with a woman with a pretty face and a big ass, for in the labyrinth of her mons are shortcuts to the finish line
I scratched my Agak’s apple
My voice box got torn
Still, the bandages won’t hold water
Just crimson seeds of self-hate
So I cry,
Somebody save me
From the brutal I
I detoured,
I changed paths
but still I ended up
at the very destination
I was evading
The more you repel
the greater the attraction
The more you indulge
The deeper the void
These days, my soul
swoons in the gloom
as belief slithers away
I’m losing vital parts of me
And growing parts I hate to have
My eyes are heavily smudged
with despondency
Nights overstay
Days are painful hues of red
Something is scathed inside
Could be hope
could be faith
could be discipline
As it bleeds
It rots and burns my belly
Till hell is poked inside me
flickers rise, sparks violence
then razor edges stained
They’ll rust
as my cuts heal
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll not need to cut
One day I’ll master enough strength
To spell your absence
And live with the reality
in print
I’ll mask the heart you’ve hurt
This stupid heart that yearns
And aches for the gentleness of your words
Words that would weave an insult into berries
And serve them as thanks
For the travails I put you through
Sun on horizon
We hope it will bring us relief
To revive lives
Don’t celebrate that you give women sleepless nights, don’t be surprised if she found your replacement in her insomnia.
I guess I fell for a cerelac babe,
no wonder our relationship has teething problems
Natalia's space
Confessional Fiction, Free Verse Poetry and Prose, Non-Poetry, Art and Personal Thoughts, Opinions
Poetry, Memoirs, & Other Courageous Writing.
A Year in Spain!
A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams; a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable.
Inspiration in Galactic Mode
Enacting Social Change through the Power of Writing
Art & Poetry
Words and photos by Joseph Sapia, art by J. Sapia -- the same person. And sometime beyond....
Photography, philosophy, poetry and opinions out of my mind.
#poetry
The Blog Of A Belfast Based Burp Enthusiast With A Growing Da Belly
Poems from life
Poems. Writing. Feelings.
Thoughts of a LGBT teacher, costume designer, traveler, music lover, and rambling soul! The real, the raw, the reality of this life!
with Tim Dreby, Award-Winning Author and Licensed Psychotherapist
Give a teacher a pencil, and they'll write a masterpiece...or at least tell you they did.
the process
Timeless Poetry For Now And For Later
Benjamin John Jamieson, Poetry and Musings
Quips on Life and Love
Poetry and Fire
Celaine Charles ~ My journey as a writer.
