bloggity blog, poetry

phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

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bloggity blog, poetry

poison apples, maybe

Neil Gaiman said, “you have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.” But how do you force yourself to believe in fairy tales? I do not believe in Happily Ever Afters I do not believe in curses being lifted by kisses I believe in poison apples Maybe that is why I have always liked the… Continue reading poison apples, maybe

bloggity blog, poetry

the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am

bloggity blog, poetry

across grassy lawns

I walk a path of most resistance Side walk, pavement, footpath, dark and dingy alleyway Trailing, meandering toward my destination But I can't seem to stop stopping along the way I sit and have a coffee in the gutter I wander into someone's yard to lend a hand I set fires and kiss hands and… Continue reading across grassy lawns

bloggity blog, poetry

skin old scars

There is an itch under my skin no bug or allergen or stray touch caused it I scratch I cannot stop It's like the problem is under that layer or the next and if I just keep burrowing I will remove it Sometimes I don't notice "stop scratching, Amberley!" Someone says. Blood under my fingernails… Continue reading skin old scars

bloggity blog, poetry

snail to crab

Like a snail in its shell We make our home within four walls We find saftey and shelter We fill our little box shell with clothes With trinkets With books With photos With memories We tend to its gardens with love We clean its floors and fix the leaks But when we have to leave… Continue reading snail to crab

bloggity blog, poetry

Waiting goddess

I like insects. Especially, mantids Praying mantis Mantodea is from the latin words manto (waiting) and dea (goddess) ... This I feel in my bones In my skin Exoskeleton hardness Threatening to crack open Showing what is underneath Showing that which is inside "waiting goddess" has such sinister and beautiful ring to it Holy deity… Continue reading Waiting goddess

poetry

Not a motherfucking haiku

Loves the taste of honey Even though allergic to bees Asphyxia drowning Technically... it's not a haiku... lol I had one half of the poeminess (the nice half) represented in song form now there's a not-haiku representing the part that a lot of us seem to get stuck in. We get caught up with bad… Continue reading Not a motherfucking haiku

bloggity blog, poetry

best part even

Missing you Like the shadows miss the night I'm coming for you Hunting you Are you hunting me? Spiderwebs Like secret messages woven Dangling just out of reach Journeys are the best part Even if the destination is unknown You haunt me in the most delicious ways Future ghost Not Christmas but Halloween The patience… Continue reading best part even

bloggity blog, poetry

damage and flourishing

Letting go of past sins Sins that were not my own Flowering branches that once stretched high Axe-hacked Burned at the stake Witch hunts were your favourite pastime Shovel digging to find my roots Too twisted Knotted Strong For you to get to Rejecting the damage And flourishing with new growth Bright green shoots grow… Continue reading damage and flourishing