Send in the Shadow Creatures to Drain My Sadness.
Then they move. All at once. Descending upon me in a swarm of blind desire and pure hunger. Vampirically draining the sadness from my veins.
Browsing Tag:
sadness
When It Comes for You: Why Feeling Lonely Is to Be Human.
This is also the loneliness of not feeling seen. The isolation of not following the horde, of not always being understood.
Stories from Stones. {poetry}
Each star gathers one of her stories
and burns through the sorrow of its soul
until each one turns its head
and sings a song of forgiveness.
Doe Eyes. {spoken word poetry}
Doe eyes aren’t innocent, they’re pain and enlarged by sadness, so please stand back since you can’t hold me as tight as I’d like.
Listen To The Pleas From Your Inner Child: They Are The Key.
As I began to acknowledge my inner children, see them, hear them and love them, their unmet needs became easier to recognize and they began reaching out to me in healthier, less destructive ways.
And Yet I Knew: When Truth Whispers.
In truth, I thought I would only be gone a short while. But the more I traveled, the further I went. I traveled so far from anything that resembled her.
Forgive, and Set Yourself Free.
Forgiveness is for the forgiver more than it is for the one being forgiven, because you’re the one who carries the weight of the hurt and the anger. You’re the one who is eaten up by it. You’re the one who remains a victim, and the one left feeling powerless and helpless.
Tombs. {poetry}
Tie my acres of veins around the globe
Marking our compass path of the future
The roads of the path like rough guitar strings,
leading the way out into the pulsing planet
I Have Murder-Fatigue: Pondering the Bullet Points.
Sadly, I can continue with this topic, but for what purpose? Will one emotion eventually outdo the other? Hell, while I’m at it, I could shift topics and list the sadness and anger I feel for myself and for too many of my friends and countless other women around the world who have been abused, ...
Dear Melancholy.
Oh, melancholy. How difficult it is to describe you! I write sentences after sentences in hopes of capturing what you really are. The happiness in sadness? The reason behind the whole of life calling for tears? A blissful kind of sorrow? A defense of gloom without depression? A passing grief ...