It burrows into them
Warps them
Distorts them
It doesn’t heal them
You know what heals wounds?
Trauma therapy
Compassion
Love
Save and brave spaces
poetry and mixed media art
It burrows into them
Warps them
Distorts them
It doesn’t heal them
You know what heals wounds?
Trauma therapy
Compassion
Love
Save and brave spaces
Dreams of frozen time
A pause in noise
Snow silence
Winter light
Crunch beneath my feet
A robin’s breath
Frozen in song
My Christmas wish
Rauhnächte
Light a candle
Light a fire
Ward your home
Ward your spirit
The veil is thin
The worlds collide
Tis time to gather
Need for light
Change
Change
Change
Change
Taiko drum vibrations
With increasing urgency
Staccato
Can you feel it?
Change
Change
Change
Is in the air
On the cusp off
The brink
Change
Change
Fear
Readiness might be lacking
Change
Tangible
Change
Change
Change
Change
Dense premonition
Like moisture laden air
My body hums
It’s coming
Darkness within
Sick mind
Suffering soul
Caring for things that don't matter
While breaking the ones that do
You have been lost for so long
Your self righteousness has become your guiding light
Trapped in delusions and unspoken woes
My grief won't save you
True Colours
@storyfae
We had a family bereavement and one member completely lost the plot. Apparently they harboured resentments for 46 years never spoke about it, never officially addressed it and now that all is done and dusted they start creating massive drama. I am not surprised to be honest but disappointed in them. Just trying to process various losses and grief as usual through creative outlets.
Hold your loved ones close. Family doesn’t need to be genetic. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Talk about what matters.
You are in a hole
6 feet under
I image a worm crawling through your eye socket
It’s all a bit Tim Burton in my head right now
Ashes to ashes my arse
Buffet for the creepy crawlies
More like it
Nurture nature
Fair enough
But you weren’t supposed to
43
That’s no age to just drop dead
Not as in drop dead gorgeous
No just dead
Stop
End
Fin
You were supposed to live forever
Because ending isn’t anything
I can grasp yet
It makes a hollow sound
The end
I walk under water
All is muted
I expect you to just come walking out of the barn
Or drive down the dirt path
It’s just stopped
Your life
But you echo everywhere
The space is still holding you
It hasn’t realised you are gone yet either
It’s not just me
Disembodied steps each night
In mum’s bedroom
Always the same time
I feel you sit on my bed
There is movement
Presence
I heard the steps
But you can’t
Can you?
Be there
I cry until there is nothing left
Tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth
Can’t breathe through my nose
I scream into my pillow
I don’t know where to put
All that pain
The confusion
The anger
So I want to stop too
Just stop
How dare world go on without you
Don’t they know
That it can’t
I can’t
Keep going on being
Holding the weight of the black hole
That was ripped onto my chest
That night
That night when I was away
And laid crying awake
Not knowing why
Until early morning
Mum showed up
To take me back home
Numb
I sit in the back of the car
Not even get to shotgun
There’s a dude there
Your colleague
Mum couldn’t drive alone
I was too far away
She in shock
It makes a hollow sound
The end of childhood
40 going on 13
Channel the teen
Wolf within
Anger untamed
I know better
You ain’t shit
I don’t do fake
Shove it up
Whereever
Girly girls fake laughs
You’re chaff
Find your spine
Don’t use mine
I don’t eat dirt
Just can’t be arsed
Suddenly nice
After seeing mum’s car
Fuck off
You never noticed my scars
Anger writhes
Angry snake
Pale cliché
Yet it works
Me-being hurts
Just being hurts
And school’s full of turds
When we work with the inner child I don’t think we we work with the teenage self. It’s usually too edgy. What does your inner teen sound like?
Rigmarole
Are you 60 or 16
Starting an argument
Over a ducking piggy-bank
A piggy-bank!
Looks like a cow.
The piggy bank I mean …
Spiteful biatch
You are so rich
And yet so poor
You won’t know anymore
What’s hit you
In a dark room
All on your own
Only ghosts for company
Your bank statement heavy
In your lap
Empty your soul
Loneliness eating you up
It was a trap
Thinking you could make up
For emptyness within
With owning things
Ain’t working like that girl
The wooden chair
Pulls a run
Hard and cold
The darkness holds
Ain’t working like that girl
Empty house
Cold
Nothing vibrates
Life hides from hates
Ain’t working like that girl
What’s worth what?
What has value?
Ain’t working like that girl
Worth is in a life
That touches others
Value is what you create
Not what things hold
We need a new fence, it has finally succumbed to the Scottish winter storms. So money saved up. Time to find a fence building company.
Enter interference from dyslexia and ADHD and OH contacted the wrong guy, not the one with the five star reviews, address and phone number on the profile, but one with a similar company name. First contacts were good. Polite, fast to respond all good. So OH didn’t pick up on it.
Asks for money for material, no unusual for small local businesses, there is a lot of fence, hence a lot of material, hence a lot of money, and small businesses cannot always lay out that kind of money. Promise was made to show up on a Monday.
After money was send OH realised it was the wrong guy and had a funny feeling. Monday came round and the excuses started:
Anyway, here is the problem with the “sending random cash to some of the victims” act (and by no means all of them!). I am translating this into a metaphor since Chris Martin (Hamilton, Scotland) still entirely lacks the understanding that
a: he has done something wrong and
b: how much damage, not just financially he has caused.
So here is the metaphor:
Imagine a random guy intentionally breaks someone’s leg. Then when the victim complaints, random guy goes and knocks over someone who is wearing a leg cast, stealing the cast. Proceeds to take a part (not even all of it) of the leg cast and sticks it onto the broken leg. But that’s not all! No he is filming himself sticking the bit of leg cast onto the leg he intentionally broke and then expects everyone to “aw” and coo and say what a good boy he is.
That’s basically his mindset. Absofuckinglutely no comprehension whatsoever of what he has done, no guilt, no remorse. Nada!
Oh yes of course when he thinks he is in trouble he will do the “woe is me act” and if you still say you want your money back he then gets aggressive and says: I don’t know what you want from me I apologised. (He literally has said that to OH.)