Art, bloggity blog, poetry

hollow

I sit in my hollow home Cavernous espresso shadows No light can enter or escape Home is where the heart is Heart? I do not have one of those Long has it been since I have felt the lovely lub dub of of beating bloody chambers Heart like home Hollow chest cavity Decaying walls that… Continue reading hollow

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chest ribs broken

Decimated heart Torn out Cut from my chest Ribs broken Your rusty knife wounding You hand it to me, my dying heart Silver plater cold tarnished As if you are serving me Something which was never mine Removed and bleeding Hollow place where it once was It still beats like moth wings But it is… Continue reading chest ribs broken

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of honey bees and honey badgers

What's the difference between a train wreck and a love story? I don't think there is a difference Heart racing Never felt so alive as you do right before death You plural A time to pray to any who will listen Praying to the goddess Praying to Odin Preying upon each other Both end in… Continue reading of honey bees and honey badgers

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horrors, like spiders

Spirit me away Under the fence And into the woods beyond Our sweet dream world Through the cobweb fog we run My hand in your hand But you do not force me I am not dragged There are dangers ahead But you hold me close Whisper sweetness into my ears Telling me if we die,… Continue reading horrors, like spiders

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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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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

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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

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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

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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

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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