Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Perceptions

The first piece was for a writing group inspiration photo a couple of months ago. It was not based on real life, but the topic was very heavy on my heart at the time, watching people around me cope with depression. Unfortunately, last month someone close to me did the unthinkable. "Perceptions 2" is dedicated to him. Some artistic license was taken, but mostly inspired by real life.


"Perceptions"


When she came to their school they noticed her. “You’re pretty,” the boys would say. “You’re hot,” the boys would say. They whistled as she walked through the cafeteria.

When she stopped eating they didn’t stop.  “Nice rack,” the boys would say.  “Nice ass,” the boys would say. They touched her as they passed in the hallway.

When she cut herself they didn’t stop. “Why are you wearing long sleeves in the summer?” the boys would ask. “Show us some skin,” the boys would say. They attacked her in the parking lot.

When she looked in the mirror she saw a monster. “I’m ugly,” she said to her reflection. “I’m nothing,” she said to the face staring back at her. She dressed to the nines and left.

When the train blew its whistle she didn’t move. “This is the only way out,” she said. “This is the only way to end the pain,” she said. The whistle blew again.

When her body was found it was a shock. “It’s a shame,” the policemen said. “She was so pretty,” the policemen said. Her yellow dress was stained crimson.


When they heard of her death they didn’t stop. “You’re pretty,” they said to another. “You’re hot,” the boys would say.



"Perceptions 2"

When he left this world it was a shock. “It can’t be true,” they said. “I can’t believe it,” they said. They sat in silence.

When the rumors spread, they questioned why. “There were no signs,” they said. “He seemed so happy,” they said. They were dumbfounded that he left them.

When news was released, they lifted him up. “He was so talented,” the websites said. “He was so successful,” the newscasters said. They remembered his career.

When the community gathered, they wept together. “He was so loved,” they said. “He will be missed,” they said. They held a vigil by candlelight.

When they read the note it was a shock…



You never know what someone is going through. Just be loving, always. If you or someone you know is depressed or considering suicide, GET HELP RIGHT AWAY!

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Moon Beast

Every month
Perhaps it's the moon
I turn into a beast
Raging

I snarl and growl
I gnash my teeth
My enemies flee
I snap

The demon leaves me
Under the blood-red moon
I return to the woman I was
Monthly

Saturday, February 20, 2016

If God were Steampunk

If God were steampunk we’d all have gears,
Sound receptors in place of ears,
Hands with multifunction parts,
Steaming boilers instead of hearts,
And scopes for eyes to see ten miles.
(We’d still have teeth ‘cause God likes smiles.)
His perfect mechanical innovations:

Like clockwork would run God’s creation.

#myliferightnow

Indecision
Insecurity
Indigestion

I am One

I am one
I wish to remain one
I despise the crowds that suffocate
I despise the egos that tower over me
I despise the helpers who try to reach me
I am unreachable
I wish to remain one

I cower in darkness
I avoid the light
I hide from the onlookers 
I run from the watchers who create a mania in my brain
I am strangled by eyes wrapping their stares around me
I wish to be invisible
I wish to remain one

I am cold
I shiver
I have no means to survive this winter
I seek the warmth of the light
I need the warmth of arms around me
I am loveless
I wish to have one

I am lost
I have no direction
I grope in the darkness that envelops me
I am jealous of the light I cannot reach
I am trapped in the wrong place
I wish to belong
I wish to be someone

I am broken
I am helpless
I yearn for the end to come
I am desperate for helpers to reach me
I must step into the light and expose my secret
I cannot be one
God save me from being alone