CUSTODY – A Spoken Word Piece
Each time I perform this, men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle.
Each time I perform this, men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle.
You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table.
You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table. Read ‘FRIDAY NIGHT NOSTALGIA‘ here.
My journey through Valentine’s Days is full of bloody warfare, dangerous laughter, cold money and seething rage. What was it like today?
Why does heartbreak decimate self esteem? Where does shame sit in this pain? Can we heal from it instead of escaping its lessons?
Heartbreak. It’s hard work getting past it but hard work never scared me. It’s lack of hope that terrifies me. Yet, my automatic reaction has been to freeze up into a wall of silence, stoicism, concrete hardness. There is no hope beyond a wall of that nature. I decided to…
I was going to slack off on C which is the real letter of today’s April A to Z Challenge. But then I read this and it pushed me to write what I did. Not even a tenth as good but it is poetry. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I stopped at 16It was time to leave…
Bad poetry, alcohol & cigarettesStupid romcoms, cheap sexThe old failsafe remedies send their regrets I could build another handful of dreamsSew up the tears,show but a hint of blood at the seams But this isn’t the ache of oldIt’s the poison of too many hungers fed with smokeToo little, too…
A cry of pain. The ten thousand fragments of my heart are the least of my worries when I’m a skinned being.
Your heart is a barren wasteland. It’s where dreams go to die. And hopes have a masochist side. But there’s no going back for me now.