I read once that if you want to be immortal, break a poet's heart. Very thankful for my immortal 🤣 this has to be one of my favorite poems I've written.
Did You Try Baking Soda & Vinegar?
The Purpose of Pain
5 years ago, 2 people fought and 5 lives imploded. Countless others were hurt in the fallout. 4 years ago, I was continuing to be a functional alcoholic, self harming and taking out all my pain by starving myself and living on beer, a slice of ham and multivitamins. 3 years ago, I left the... Continue Reading →
Hell is where the heart is
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
They say the rain needs no translation
Poetry by Mahbuttitches
Live a Big Ass Dream for Me
Long ass post...written as a reminder for yours truly more than anyone. I am reading The Secret right now, which is essentially a Cliffs notes of a Course in Miracles (or the source material for most self help anything’s) But I mean, read anything and gratitude will always come to the forefront. No matter how... Continue Reading →
Once Upon a Prick
You set me on fire without a single burn A sleeping child awakened in the middle of a storm My dream come true was in your arms Your smile, my north star in obsidian night Moths drawn to flames, your charms my blight Your heart mechanical, your hands surgical Slicing me open without a cut... Continue Reading →
Old & Busted: “We Just Didn’t Work” ~ New Hotness: DSM-V Breakups!!!!
Am I the only person tired of reading articles about narcissists? In addition to yoga selfies, all of my social media is cluttered with articles about narcissists. For a personality disorder comprising 1-6%(depending on the source) of the population, narcissists really get a LOT of press! I'm amazed at how everyone has recently broken up... Continue Reading →
Where Have I Been?
Pulled a quick Jim Carrey, no biggie. In the process of creating the life I want. Whatever that means. I can't put it in words, it's not really about materials. I'm not my house, I'm not my clothes. I'm just a persona wandering around to see what I can learn. Apparently random disappearances from the... Continue Reading →
Broken Hearts Make Stronger Drums
Days can go without hearing the rhythm of my heart. In the busyness and insanity of all the games we play, my breath stays automatic, and my thoughts no end in sight. My breath and metronome always with me, marking time in all I do. With my breath to guide, my heart is muse and... Continue Reading →
