365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal Day 97: A drawing, short story or poem about your ever rushing thoughts. Thoughts that slide Thoughts are circles, you see Round and round they go Until they just come back to me. There they grow and tippy-toe so slow. They creep into every… Continue reading 365 of Days Questions: The thoughts that slide Poem
This Long-COVID I have is definitely persistent enough that now my doctor is thinking Long-COVID and not that this will just go away and I will recover. In my case, it may be presenting as Narcolepsy. And of all the possibilities that Long-COVID could present as or trigger ... is that a good thing? Because… Continue reading Poem: To Sleep
I wrote a poem recently when I was thinking about the nature of intuition. Intuition seems to take all that information we absorb from all our senses and that we take in from learning or reading or any source at all... then it pieces it together like a puzzle into insights. It delivers it to… Continue reading Poem: Intuition
Poem I wrote a few months back when people seemed to be going nutty and now I am sure people are going quite nutty. It is fine to have beliefs as long as you know they are beliefs. And most of our beliefs are fragile things based on emotions and fragile emotional reasoning at their… Continue reading Poem: Believe what you will
Facebook kindly reminded me of my brother's passing once again. And it just refreshed the pain all over again.But not all memories are bad. And he lives in those memories Memory Memories haunt My soul Shards of glass Digging in my mind Bleeding old sorrows Not so much as a poem as a thought I… Continue reading Poem: Memory
So I was in a Mood yesterday. A real funk. And then I couldn't sleep. So take that mood slump, add a dash of insomnia and I had some inspiration. Bit dark, bit sad, bit moody. BREAK ME Kill me, leave me Gut me, bleed me Set me free Finally Stop this torture Break my… Continue reading Artwork and Poem combo: Break me
THE YEAR THAT NEVER HAPPENED Time sucked into a black hole The year that never happened. That time the pandemic stole The world we felt abandoned. The year we never had Where we all were confined. The year we felt a little mad That year we left behind. What did you learn? What did you… Continue reading Poem: The year that never happened
WHEN THE WORLD STANDS STILL What did you see in your mind? When the world became within? What reality did you find? Far beneath your skin? What horrors did you feel? Deep within your mind? What wounds did you heal? Or did reality make you blind? When the world goes still Listening to the sounds… Continue reading Poem: When the world stands still
Hidden Hidden eyes and golden lies The song ends and the dance is done Everything within dies Nothing stays in the sun The song ends and the dance is done Silence endlessly loud Nothing stays in the sun Truth never allowed Silence endlessly loud Everything within dies Truth never allowed Hidden eyes and golden lies… Continue reading Poem: Hidden
So I love this note Charles Bukowski wrote in a letter. I like to think what you love though is all the passions in your life. Let them burn you up since, hell, we have nothing else. "My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let… Continue reading Poem: The Fire
I made a very cynical tweet on a whim (see below) and then decided, hey, I'm going to make that into a nice dark cynical poem. Why not, eh? https://twitter.com/Lil_hamilton_/status/1211177204240941056?s=20 The image I put it on is a drawing I did a while back. Thought it worked well for it really. Anyway, the poem reminds… Continue reading Poem: The grave and the game
So this poem got stuck in my head on a particularly sleep-deprived night with vertigo. Anyway, it is a little weird. But then so am I. Don’t flirt with reality It twists and turns, Undulates and burns. It’ll blow your mind See what you see Hear what you hear Touch you touch Know it is… Continue reading Poem: Don’t flirt with reality
This poem is inspired by coping with illness and how over time you change your self-identity and develop your self-worth on the way to acceptance and find strength there. Life story I didn’t know my spirit It was all mine to control. That there I had merit In my very soul. It was mine… Continue reading Poem: Life story
GHOSTS Are ghosts real? Just a fabrication of me... Or crossing the veil... Or is my mind crazy Just a fabrication of me... Misfiring in the head Or crossing the veil... And filling me with dread Misfiring in the head Or crossing the veil... And filling me with dread Are ghosts real? Other… Continue reading Blogtober: Ghost poem
I wasn't feeling well today. My medication wasn't handling the vertigo well. My pain was high. I felt melancholy about the vertigo. How it is constant and never seems to end. We must feel our emotions to understand them. And I know it is just fear of the unknown future that bothers me. The Fall… Continue reading Poem: The Fall Inside
I have a lot of quotes I like. And I think it is because a lot of them speak to me in my chronic pain and illness struggles in a way other things do not. They have power where my own words can fail me at times. So here are some of my favourite quotes… Continue reading Blogtober: my favourite quotes
Time for this weeks addition of drunk poetry. I'm not going to lie, I was a wee bit inebriated last night. And apparently in a mood for poetry. So this is the result of that adventure: Into the light There in the labyrinth I’m blind With smiling eyes and golden lies Free my mind… Continue reading Poem: into the light
We had a cold Spring here, but this poem I wrote last year. Spring in the air A chill Spring in the air, I took a deep breath in. A fine misting of snow in my hair, Last years ruins, new to begin. Snow melted to the ground, peace not broken… Continue reading Poem: Spring in the air
A little migraine poetry for you guys.
April is National Poetry Month. And I'd like to feature two of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson. There is a pain — so utter 599 There is a pain — so utter — It swallows substance up — Then covers the Abyss with Trance — So Memory can step Around — across —… Continue reading National Poetry Month: Emily Dickinson
The Wyrd 