Nightmares on the Wings of Angels

Alone with her thoughts,

She slips-

 

She dreams of a world

High above where

Everything is beautiful.

 

Darkness cowers in shadows while

Regal angels soar with

Elegance

And grace

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

Emerge

Shredded in disarray.

 

“Come here, darling” sighs an

Oil-slick voice

“My children wait to feast on your

Every fear.”

 

Alone, she stands on

Legs of paper

In the presence of subjective demons

Viciously awaiting her

Encouraged extinction.

Mon Cheri

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Mon cheri,

It is you, j’adore

For your humor

And your caring heart.

It is you

And only you

Je t’aime

For the man

You have always been

You will become

You are.

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 😉

Monkey, do you see me? Monkey, you must do.

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.

 

 

Asphyxiation Fixation

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.

Crystal Clean

Crystal Clean

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.

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“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.”

The Life of Man

There’s a man at the top of the hill

Just sitting

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.

Brief Satisfaction

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.