Alone with her thoughts,
She dreams of a world
High above where
Everything is beautiful.
Darkness cowers in shadows while
Regal angels soar with
Making music while children
Sleep soundlessly nearby…
Home. This is their home. The
Envy she feels can’t be suppressed and
Rears it’s devilish head (awakening hidden demons).
Nothing is safe
In this godforsaken He(aven)ll with
Gnarled angels snarling and reaching out to
Her with knife-like claws
To trace sermons on her
Marble skin, marring it
And crushing her bones to make her
Red rivered veins
Shredded in disarray.
“Come here, darling” sighs an
“My children wait to feast on your
Alone, she stands on
Legs of paper
In the presence of subjective demons
Viciously awaiting her
It is you, j’adore
For your humor
And your caring heart.
It is you
And only you
For the man
You have always been
You will become
It is you
And I love you for it.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Poem for the prompt of day 29.
I kept this one to give to my boyfriend on our 2 year anniversary.
I think he liked it 😉
Tuck in your shirt
Drop your inhibitions and dress accordingly
Tame your tangled locks
And train your eyes right here on me
For, Monkey, you must see
What this monkey will do.
Cover up those tattoos,
What are you? A disgrace?
Take out your tacky piercing
And point your smile my way,
Monkey, you must see
What the master of monkeys will do.
I just asked you for a favor
And “okay” is all you have to say?
I don’t seek compliance
I seek a trained monkey that won’t stand in my way.
Dear monkey, I’ll make you a master
Then we’ll see what you can do.
An ink scarred hand
Clutching my throat
With the slightest pressure
Causing my windpipes
To be silent
As the image of you
On top of me
Pinning me down
And leaving me without oxygen
Is forever engraved
In the deepest and most sacred
Cavities of my brain.
By: Kimberly Wollenburg
Crystal Clean is the emotional and honest story lived and told by a mother struggling with meth addiction.
Kim had low self-esteem through her adolescence and started using drugs and alcohol at a very young age to help her cope with her depression. By the time Kim was in her late 30’s, she was using every day. Kim tells her story starting from the way she was treated at school at a very young age up until she was in her early 40’s and had been sober for 4 years. She tells the story openly sharing both the good things that she learned and all of the negative things that she had to pull herself out of in order to survive and be there for her son. She talks about denial, loving yourself, and taking care of yourself.
It was heartbreaking to read everything that Kim had to go through and the lessons that she had to learn the hard way in order to come out on top of her addiction. It was a tear-jerker when Kim retells her stories about her son Andy, and it truly touched my heart the relationship that she had with her son and how a mother should be willing to do anything to protect their children, including sobering up. The most emotional part was when Kim was talking about being in rehab and having to confront her parents about how she felt.
Crystal Clean is a must read for anyone in this generation due to it’s powerful insight on life provided by the wonderful author and mother that dealt with it first hand. It was the most honest work of art that I’ve ever read and would greatly recommend it to anyone. Hands down, 10/10.
“For some people, it only takes one time. Others may use for a few days or a week before it turns on them, but it always does. And the result is always the same. One hundred percent of the time. Meth will rip you apart and destroy you, no matter who you are, and by then it won’t matter how thin you are or how clean your house is because the whole picture is uglier than anything you can possibly imagine.”
“Getting sober is hard. It hurts, mentally and physically. Staying sober takes true courage. The courage to heal not only the pain caused by addiction, but also all the pain that led to addiction.”
There’s a man at the top of the hill
Maybe he’s resting-
His tired limbs, tired body
Carrying such a heavy soul
So close to the sky.
Maybe he’s reflecting-
His mind stuck wandering
Between past and present
And all the things he would change.
Maybe he’s retiring-
Giving up on the life
That was so harsh to him
Starting a new one in tune with nature.
I don’t know why he’s there.
Maybe he doesn’t either.
I’ll seduce you
With my words
That kiss your ear
And tickle you with pleasure…
Until you can’t get enough of me
And require instant gratification.
With no romance or bedside manners
We’ll go all night
‘Til the sun peaks through the shades
And wakes you.
Then you’ll walk out my front door
Only to be heard from once more
But never seen again.
Because you got what you came for-
Hip bones clashing
In the heat of the moment.
And I got what I wanted-
To be loved
No matter how briefly.
Walking through life unscathed by
Hell on earth
Only because of me
And what do I get in return?
Mute mutiny and abandonment of hope-
In this world of ours, I’m alone
With time moving on with a grudge
I look at you and reminisce on
Times where we were side by side
Holding onto hope with bare hands,
Only to find our fingertips burned-
Unusual casualties of falling in love
Together, on an island alone.
Yet here we stand with
One of us ready to move on, to live! At least
Until she feels regrettable reprieve.