The lies I tell myself

I’m a damaged broken husk of myself robotic in my movements most unremembered except the ones that torture an intrusive stain that grows ever larger as I test my fate I can’t get out of bed I’m a fatal disaster if I move it will prove I can make my life better instead I’ll pull…

Dictate

They are back again dreams swirling through my mind like a bad omen an endless maze of buried memories abstract and nauseating a hangover of doubt I am feeling today agitation and malaise consuming me why can’t I be who I wish to be? why do I spin on this endless wheel? others seem to…

Illusion

I’m not proud of myself for becoming like them;addicted to tiny blips of self-gratification,vacant validation.I have lamented my losses,burned countless bridges,all for the sake of self-protection.I wonder if I have it in meto see what someone offers,accept it gratefully. Then I remember.I don’t feel entitled to be a bitch,despite subjection to tinyand massive heartbreaks. Is it so…

The Opportunist

He was her first after a tumultuous marriage where touch had been rare and the newness of feeling desired, now, was welcome. She bathed in the depths of his eyes, locked with hers as they melded together, as if they had always been one. He called her “amazing”. She felt hope that maybe there was…

Burst

Upped my dose now when I feel it’s like an avalanche building slowly with time precipitation, density one fated sound or movement the unwelcome trigger revealing what’s buried underneath my belly aches eyes burn with the manifestations of all past regrets losses, tragedies mingled with remembrance of when I was strong enough to be consistent…

Known

Lost in the moment heart beating rapidly air failing to reach constricted lungs I feel each breath, the sounds of struggling unsure of what I’m suffering from I drive intensely- need my home to hide away from bright sunlight home is where I know the rules and break them when and how I like I…

Mannequin

Faceless stranger, keep your blur don’t reveal your name don’t let me see your features we’ll be the same Dressed up by others scripted movements made misunderstood by the members of the people’s parade. Emily C. Poésie © 2019

Not likely

For the first time in months,I allow myself to feel the creeping hopelessness of my current state Anger and grief for myself while not being able to fully move Quicksand steps in life and dreams, unable to do what must be done to climb out of the well I’ve put myself in I’ve allowed myself…

Sight

She drives in silence, finally able to think without the noise of persistent voices Listens to the music pouring from loud speakers into her mind, penetrating her heart Aware of the tears building momentum, unable to stop their needed release Feeling the melodic lull of loneliness no ending within her sight. Emily C. Poésie ©…

Justify

Opening her oldest wounds feelings of uncertainty always looming seeking confirmation of another leaving so she doesn’t have to take the blame; regardless of her deflecting underneath the pain and anxious worry she knows she is the the one that leaves justified by leavers that made her bleed. Emily C. Poésie © 2019