Possessed Noun

I’m feeling less like a pronoun and more like a possessed noun. Though my name has two syllables, I find the constant is less my consonants and vowels and more apostrophe s’s. ‘S Mom/wife/daughter whatever. These hats that I wear so much I forget how to take them off. I know it’s a bad day...

You are not the problem. You are experiencing a problem.

The hardest part about depression is realizing you’re depressed. We all use words to deceive ourselves. It’s not depression, I’m not depressed I’m just like … miserable and I don’t know why. I just know it’s my fault. I’m not depressed, I’m just really tired and cranky. I’m not depressed, I just generally don’t want...

Coping and Covid – Mental Health is just as important as washing hands

Just thinking out thumbs here: -As social distancing and isolation become a preventative measure, depression and anxiety will follow. -As social creatures, we need human interaction for our mental health. Those predisposed to depression tend to seek out isolation to deal with their mental torment. Isolation helps depression distort the mind. -Depression tells you everyone...

In the eyes of my criticism

In the eyes of my criticism   In the eyes of my criticism I cannot stand tall There are whispers to remind me I am not enough   In the eyes of my criticism Failure is the mark Where I am found lacking And everyone will know   They’ll see me the way I do...

No no-s

How much time am I spending on my dreams or my nightmares?   How many times did I say can't When can was just right there?   How many opinions can you opine So much of your business on the state of my mind   I know I'm a cunt-ry of states in divide Where falling is...

Creating Something from Nothing

Woke up at 4:30. Actually more like 4 but I was meditating and vibing with the universe type deal before I got out of bed. I made coffee, did my thing, came in and wrote in my book for a little bit.   The book is called Ayam. An important part of creating something from...

Life Imitates Art

Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me.   It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,...

The Giving Tree (A poem and painting with my daughter)

  My daughter asked for us to collaborate on a picture and poetry again. She painted these beautiful works of art and I wrote this for her. She asked me to share it with "other kids who might like it too" So, let us know if your kids liked it! (My girl hustles if you...

Oops spells Opportunity

The strains, the stagnancy of stress The emphatic escalation of emotion I can’t express It’s like the illusion of ignorance During blissful smiles of self-inflicted duress Cacao is more of a yell than chocolatey goodness Where the cacophony of my mind won’t relent Until I spill words I don’t know like blood on pavement Like...

The eye of the needle

I randomly started pondering the idea of a rich man getting into heaven vs a camel getting through a needle. I thought about how it could be a mistranslation, or how it’s typically inferred to mean giving up possessions, but I’ve interpreted it that if you held a needle up and looked through at a...