Here sits Alice, golden hair pinafore, going where she has never gone before a compass to guide her a quill to finish her tale a crown to remind her of her worth Alice was once a doll, pretty and porcelain so high upon the pedestal, ever pretty even as she lay… shattered broken fine china painting adorning her mouth ensuring her words were never spoken Then at once by potion, awoken Longing to be daring, yet her path woven with red herrings she stands lost in the midst of the mist she cast aside propriety only to be bound by … Continue reading Alice.

Our hearts are such miraculous things. Fueling our bodies in an a cycle that doesn’t end until we leave this life. We derive strength from this fist sized organ that sustains us in an ever present beat. Yet, we fail it. We fail the piece that gives us life. Giving out pieces until it’s broken and battered. How terribly we treat it and value it so little. Understand your heart must continue to beat while it heals. It’s excruciating. There’s no anguish like it on this earth. Time has told me it is too much too soon. Know you are … Continue reading Queen Of Hearts

A longer road lay ahead The lights were harsh The sky was night It was comforting in a strange manner Skin to skin There goes the sins again Music and lyrics flowing wildly As the night got carried away Kiss evolved to a frenzy Air palpable with the want Rules were made to be broken. Rules were made to be kept. Rules In this civilized society Continue reading Rules

What once hung over the mantle Is currently in a state of dismantle No longer does Marilyn look knowingly from the black and white on which she’s laid In her stead is a different soul, whose service is paid Bruises on my body Bruises on my heart I tear at my hair I yearn to fall apart But I have no space to call my own No walls to fill with my decor Nowhere to lay my rugs on a floor Walls are empty Like my eyes I have so many things That don’t have a home I take up … Continue reading Over The Mantle

(A bit last in my repost from The Mighty) As 2017 reached its end, I found myself at an impasse. Though 2017  brought about wonderful things, such as my long-held dream to graduate college, the ever-present struggles were always waiting in the wings. As my loved ones describe their resolutions, I cannot help but think of all the resolutions I have made. They are inevitably broken by February and I am left with the emotions of disappointment within myself that only fuels the flames of my illnesses. Ideals that were meant to improve my life and my conditions only served … Continue reading My 2018 Goals, Not Resolutions, as a Person With Bipolar Disorder

Fire freezes my heart Warmth is nowhere to be found I turn in circles I search all around My blue eyes find the sky In my heart I find the stars Between each cluster is the truth Yet it’s misconstrued Jade mockery The pretty lines The truthful lies No one hears my cries My tears will fall in silent reverie Daydreams shift to nightmares This lightness in my air Turns to chains You had me at your beck and call Anything you’d ask I’d do it all You didn’t ask me to fall Fall I did This irrevocable love Of … Continue reading Rule Of Three