Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

h.i. creativity

depression

  • Spring UP, Purge OUT

    It’s that time of the year where my insides shimmy and shake to escape the only four walls I ever see, to hop ‘n’ romp like a wild bunny! I spring UP and muscle my wheels to move, then at the door I handle, I freeze. Who will go with me? Nearly a decade ago,… Read more

  • Punchline

    I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But, I did again, ruined a relationship. I gave it my all. Then, I hit a wall. TYPICAL, I just couldn’t call. My brain denies movement, paralysis Fears too much… I give up. To You: I’m back in music league, and this came up on a round… Read more

  • Steam Whiffs

    A nips out chill induces a clenched spasm forearms to breasts, slightly wet, as my fingers pay homage in tiny taps upon my mug, and I inhale the steam whiffs, succumbing impulsively, going back to the time my smile finally felt GENUINE. 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

  • In the End

    Every ending is a disguised beginning. Might be trite, yet where would I be without the truism? Transcendence is the meaning of life, thereby giving purpose to my strife, right? But, it sucks in the dark, feeling stuck, searching for a life-line thrown from above to pull me out of the grave my brain has… Read more

  • Sun on Ice

    Like the sun on ice during a Midwest winter, I know you’re there, yet I can’t feel you. Beaming bright your light refracts off the world with a slice-like sting upon my eyes, Slammed lids keep you caught within me where you warm my frightened frigity as you do things to boil my blood from… Read more