musical notes float through the air almost visible to sleep deprived eyes razor edged lyrics chosen for their bite sharp enough to penetrate ancient scar tissue that crisscrosses internal contours for every baby step forward there are two slides backwards to the place where psyche becomes blank canvas and I paint the nightmare landscapes of … Continue reading My Hit Parade – Christine E. Ray
I have been losing myself in the busyness hiding behind noise blurred movement avoiding stillness scurrying like a frantic animal trying to escape a predator I suspect might be me I am not Alice after all I have become White Rabbit pocket watch in hand rushing rushing avoiding the reckoning with the looking glass avoiding … Continue reading Leaving Wonderland
caged beast hidden in my breast screams inchoate rage beats its fists into bloody pulp against metal ribs until they splinter reunited we cling fiercely together curl in the corner rocking rapid hiccuping rhythms we don’t cry pretty we teeter on the edge of madness wonder why we are never enough Image courtesy of Pinterest … Continue reading My Beast
musical notes float through the air almost visible to sleep deprived eyes razor edged lyrics chosen for their bite sharp enough to penetrate ancient scar tissue that crisscrosses internal contours for every baby step forward there are two slides backwards to the place where psyche becomes blank canvas and I paint the nightmare landscapes of … Continue reading My Hit Parade
musical notes float through the air almost visible to sleep deprived eyes razor edged lyrics chosen for their bite sharp enough to penetrate ancient scar tissue that crisscrosses internal contours for every baby step forward there are two slides backwards to the place where psyche becomes blank canvas to paint the nightmare landscapes of silent … Continue reading #tbt My Hit Parade
I have been losing myself in the busyness lately Hiding behind noise blurred movement avoiding quiet stillness running like a frantic animal trying to escape a predator who might be me Perhaps I am not Alice after all I have become White Rabbit pocket watch in hand rushing rushing shouting that I am late … Continue reading Leaving Wonderland
Brave & Reckless 