20 years [old] of mistakes.—-—-—-—-—-—-—-
I once had 2 poetry books.
1 was blue, it was the lighter, happier poems.
1 was red. They were violent, deep, hurtful poems.
My parents discovered them at around 14.
They took me to a psychiatrist. One who took offense to one of the poems in particular about “hanging balls on a Xmas tree.”
The books are now destroyed,and so was my hope for writing for a very long time. I have just recently started, very slowly, to begin to write again. —-—-—-—-—-—-—--
I don’t remember why I started taking pictures, or where. They just are, as I am.—-—-—-—-—-—-——
the result of temptation
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I’m leaving this at your bedside / I hope you never wake up the same again / I hope you never wake up again.
Tapping my foot / waiting, wondering, worrying looking at my reflection in the mirror / turn sideways / lift up my shirt / unprepared, unsure, unstable biting my lip / run cold water / splash un…
She says she is dancing / I call it movement with a twist / as I watch from the closet / I envision myself / In her red heels / Standing tall, chest out, chin up / Showing her how its done My mothe…
blinking red blinking red / secure me, security / I’m drowning in this water, but its the only way I can breathe. / Yesterday I knew my name, today I can only think of yours.