Posts filed under ‘bullying’

what i am and not

i am not some character in a grandiose play.

i am not some object to be molded out of a lifeless piece of clay.

i am no one’s obligation

or

a servant on a leash.

I am myself to be.

~ SO ~

you can respect me

or

you can leave me ~

either way,

i am

who

i am meant to be.

in memory of my mom,
who never could

September 2, 2014 at 3:15 pm 23 comments

catacombs

ς

my

mind is

tethered to

memories which

keep weighing me down ~

dragging me along

through catacombs

of darkness

filled with

tears

ς

moon

a view from Saturday night

ς

August 11, 2014 at 3:40 pm 13 comments

reviling

cause of invisible pain

intangible weapon of destruction

can decimate one’s spirit

words of a bully

June 25, 2014 at 11:31 am 15 comments

healing

*

*

scars are so exhausting –

always present

– some big, some small –

constant reminders

of stupidity,

ignorance,

the how’s and why’s

and

the pain they have inflicted

but

most exhausting of all

is

the process of acceptance,

forgiveness,

letting go…

healing.

*

*

hawaii

The Big Island of Hawaii
along the northeast coast
2007

 

February 27, 2014 at 5:30 pm 7 comments

stifled

ˆ

drowning in one’s thoughts,

suffocating in one’s feelings,

strangled by sadness –

unable to breathe.

ˆ

haunted by a past,

blinded by mistrust,

unable to see through the darkness –

one’s forward path.

ˆ

with eyes wrapped in a shroud

and

voice stifled by fear,

an existence is paved

but

going nowhere.

ˆ

though entombed in a cave

far from the light…

words slip through the cracks –

bringing

one’s feelings

to

life.

ˆ

ˆ

ˆ 

September 30, 2013 at 2:45 pm 4 comments

the looking glass

truth or distortion?

what is it you see?

is it a contrived perception

or

the person you believe yourself to be?

a mirror can be a friend –

revealing beauty

inside or out.

it can also be a fraud –

killing life’s dreams

and

fueling one’s doubts.

there is always too much –

never any less.

nothing ever seems right,

though we desperately try our best.

the eyes only see

what they alone can see

and

the mind stands behind

to confirm what it all means.

some people find contentment –

they are happy just to be

and

there are those

who struggle daily

never

liking

what they see.

August 29, 2013 at 4:46 pm 4 comments

illusion then & now

*

dreams of fairies, swans and dolls

ruled a childhood

from the earliest dawn.

*

bobby pins, tulle, satin and lace

created an illusion –

cloaked the scars on her face.

*

pirouettes, arabesques, and jetes abound –

freedom of movement

in which a life could be found.

*

the studio and stage –

being her only home,

where the world was shut out

and

she could feel safe on her own.

*

dreaming, dancing, LIFE – they are all the same

they create an illusion

of smiles, beauty and grace

but

the reality is such

no one chooses to see –

it’s what we do to ourselves to be

what you want us to be.

ς

ς

 

August 28, 2013 at 3:20 pm 14 comments

my mind

can i toss you out?

throw you away?

bury you deep – far

from the light of day?

is there a disconnect somewhere?

a switch i can flip?

a network of wires

i can grapple and snip?

why can’t you leave me alone?

stop badgering me.

stop bombarding my every thought.

just

leave

me

be.

PLEASE

August 16, 2013 at 5:52 pm 17 comments

smoke screens

going through motions

behind thick walls of dark smoke

the world needn’t know

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August 7, 2013 at 1:23 pm 6 comments

behind the screen

to the one

who feels

superior,

infallible,

indestructible to the world –

behind a mask,

a monitor –

one-dimensional

nothing more.

the sounds…

of tapping…

on keys…

of a board…

creating words

which sting

sometimes injure

&

even destroy.

your actions are vile and cruel –

heartless,

so evil;

the bully who preys on those

they see as

weak and incapable

but

what you are in truth

is blind and indignant

a simple COWARD who hides

behind a screen of ignorance.

June 5, 2013 at 1:57 am 25 comments


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