no poetry

i am not a poet these are not poems it is just that i have spilled my angst all over the page vomited my emotions with pen & brush let loose my haunted demons my most lovely beasties they wrap & wind & let me know i am never alone not so long as i…

exposed

how much do i hide how much do i reveal is too much of me showing am i scaring you do you feel uncomfortable? is that a good thing or a bad one? i want your attention look at me look at me look at me now oh wait now i’m scared now i’m uncomfortable……

To Draw Like A Child

Children, when given a blank piece of paper, an array of colorful pencils, and are told to draw something, anything usually start with scribbling in a yellow sun on one of the top corners of their little canvas. Then they will draw a thin strip of blue as the top border and a green strip…

Time Well Spent

There’s so much that makes me cry, but there’s also so much that makes me laugh. We are bodies of wonder that have the power to hold so much goodness and light. Oftentimes though, we get sidetracked by life and the several obstacles it hurls our way. But when you think about how they come…

this hole in me

part of me is missing maybe you know where it is? every morning i wake up knowing it’s another day feeling lost that it is another day another day another night i go to bed knowing that my morning my next day will bring more of the same & i want to scream sometimes i…

heartbreaking

you can make me cry you can break my heart what’s so special about that my heart breaks so easily it’s ridiculous you can make me cry so what anyone can you aren’t special   © quixotic mama 2018 see more of my art & writing over at quixotic mama the image is an original…

hurting

you can’t put your pain in front of someone else’s happiness you can’t let your own darkness eclipse everyone else’s light you can’t because who are you then? you are the monster you fear the most. taking what has hurt you & hurting others with it.   © quixotic mama 2018 for more of my…