Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

h.i. creativity

anxiety

  • Come, Get Away

    Which are you fight or flight? Sometimes, like tonight, when I need to fly away, I’m kinda glad my legs don’t work, I don’t run, no, I go to bed. Hopelessly Inappropriate my proclivity persists, and I escape with you for a bit. Colorado had tons opportunity for me to participate in adaptive sports while I… Read more

  • A Flashlight

    My brain a pitch-black maze, you’re a flashlight casting brilliance to guide me out of myself. Read more

  • from stress

    I wish I could floatacross the sky line…no longer bogged down BOYANT, AWAY I GOMountain and trees up toptickle my toes  I’d travel the world roundnever tiring of the show! YES! For today, for a timeI’ll stay a cloud floatingaway from my cramped mind. You can come and join me!From stress, FREE we’ll fly! (I… Read more

  • Inspiration Aligned

    Inspiration illuminates the insane lack of inspiration I’ve had over the last few years. I battle the world quietly in a broken body and brain instead of actually accomplishing anything but ensuring my kids get a loving rearing. I’ve been turned ON! INSPIRED! Even as livid eyes from across the room tell me how stupid… Read more

  • Face It

    Cracked glass clouded by steam, the reflection skewed reality, my face distorted, monstrous! That’s why I cover mirrors. Sometimes, someone sees me, wheels making me too obvious, and I ponder what they think… “You’re so strong!” One exclaimed. Muscles atrophied to skin ‘n’ bone long ago, weakness whittled from could to should to won’t with… Read more

  • Chronic

    I am chronic PAIN painted as pleasure (inhaling moon rocks, to clear the chronic smoke). I dance defiance INSIRATION my salvation (eating my paralysis) in search of chronic peace. Read more

  • SMACK

    WHACK-SMACK! Reality’s back. I twist my hair into a stiff bun, pick up my broom, sweeping lines of longing under the rug.. I’ve lived alone on the border of Arizona and Mexico, Phoenix, Flagstaff, Denver and Littleton, Colorado, and many towns in Indiana. I did alone well. I used to go to bars and concerts… Read more

  • Truth Bites

    A rag doll god fingers at night, he pricks me until I see the light: I will never be all right. Yes, the truth bites. But, I bite back with all my might! Read more

  • as I hit ground

    Blinds block out what I can’t presently handle (my world small, PTSD producing morning shadows of past things DONE, dancing distructively on my walls). SOOOO, daily I shout other people’s lyrics to not freak out, distract myself from a lack of stimulation my brain and body CRAVE, nay…NEED! Pushing wheels round 20 years, one band,… Read more

  • That ‘P’ Word

    It’s that ‘P‘ word that eludes me lately. I search each day for that ‘P‘ in my memory, dressed as the lovely lit up ghost of a childhood friend, who began teasing me when I was ten, always up to have some fun, and Oh, how hot I got when that ‘P‘ came around! It’s… Read more