I served you my heart Why did you accept Knowing full well You’re a fucking vegetarian?! Poetry by Yours Truly
Pounding Flesh
Narcissistic Cannibal lol
With wine and words, you drew me in Playing songs that stole air from the sky Your eyes undressed my soul, I became yours to devour My lips, you took first, in nibbles and nips My tongue was your pleasure, as long as it licked When it wagged too grandly, you chewed it down My... Continue Reading →
When I becomes We, Illness becomes Wellness
TL;DR: Take your Self extremely seriously and make fun of your problems. Because a person is never the problem, people can be fucking dumb. Lots of people doing nothing and asking why someone didn’t say or do something is a BIG FUCKING PROBLEM. Stop taking dumb shit seriously, and stop being dumb about serious shit. Now take a minute, harness your attention span, and learn some more
What Kurt Cobain, the Buddha, and a bigass spider on my chest taught me
I’ve been in a funk lately. There was 0 creativity, 0 writing (except for endless pages of journals) and 100% feeling stuck, disconnected, uninspired. I’ve been thinking about how happy I was writing years ago and how…not happy that it’s been for years and years. I’ve been wondering if I’m just…a facade. This fake, hollow,... Continue Reading →
Train your mind, ride your life
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbBHR_CD56M This is how I'm living in NV not PA. It's how I'm no longer working and I'm a SAHM like I always wanted to be. It's how I'm no longer an alphabet soup of diagnoses bouncing from mental hospitals and taking anywhere from 5-15 medications simultaneously. The mind is a marvelous servant, but a... Continue Reading →
Awakening the Goddess Within
https://youtu.be/Om30_q1fhl4 Spoken word poem written by yours truly.
Synchronicity
When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea? Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you and your soul? Who are you without the name you were given? What is the space between... Continue Reading →
The Joy of Unbecoming
When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →
S’more Amore
Original poetry by MahButtItches She writes because she cares about asses
Nucking Futs
Original Mental Wellness Comedy by MahButtItches, unusual imagery thanks to mad GoogleFu and a bountiful harvest thanks to memes and artists all over the globe.
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