Memories Make Me Cry [poetry]
Wrestling with images in my head Of us. Past, present, and future all meshing together…Will it ever end –or perhaps begin again?
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Morticia
Being a teenager who was into punk and goth in the late 1980s wasn’t as commonplace as it is today. I was labeled a freak, and being that freak teenager under the roof of my Mom-ster was bravery at its finest. Finding my individuality and voice – and keeping it – was important to me; I did all I could to keep it and most of all, my sanity. My style, as my musical taste, was a menagerie of punk rock, post-punk, new wave, darkwave, and classic alternative. I loved wearing black…
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Disconnect
I’m feeling all kinds of “dis” lately – discord, distanced, disarmed, disenchanted, disappointed, disheartened, and most of all, disconnected. I’m not sure if it’s my mental illness at work, brain fog, or just stress, that is causing this mental unrest. There are days my body just wants to shut down on me, while my brain whirs away at 100 million miles per hour. At night I grind my teeth, causing me horrible jaw pain and headaches during the days. I’m also living with varying bouts of fatigue and insomnia, leading to…
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