…and torture myself with happy thoughts…
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
XV reasons
Sometimes I feel like life misprinted me.
Exhaustive
Grief is all emotions wrapped into one.
Understanding death
I read an article stating that cats don’t understand death the way humans do, so they don’t fear it like we do — I think they understand better than
Battle-scarred
Life is a repeated shattering and gluing back together of the heart.
Sticks & stones
Empty-nesting is exponentially more painful
when all you’ve ever had is eggs, no chicks —
and now, even the eggs are gone.
Hard enough
If guilt or regret is an essential part of your grief, you will never stop grieving.
Winsome, losesome
Love isn’t just blind
but also stupid —
lobotomy by arrow
bullseye, Dr Cupid!
Poetry
There is a pleasure in the pathless words…
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet can not all conceal.
The words are lovely, dark and deep.
I went to the words because I wished to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of language.
In the words we return to reason and faith.
Come to the words, for here is rest.
Literature does not grow wild in the words.
I put my heart to school in the words.
In the words is perpetual youth.
Whose words these are I think I know.
We are not out of the words yet.
2024
I know a guy.
Angry. Festering
in disappointment
of the world
and of himself.
A little depressed.
Sick of doing
the same. freaking.
thing. every day.
Wondering where
his lost youth went.
Hungering to replace
the comfort and
all the good things
in his life that
have gone away.
But resolutely
continuing on
doing his duty.
Living with the pain.
Loving while he can.
Taking any little
laugh he can find.
Then doing it all
over again. Perhaps
you know him too.
Perhaps we all do
— inside.
Cicatrixoxo
Most of our scars are internal.
Queen of Self
Work hard, enrobe yourself in velvet hope, and rule your world!
Coldhearted
Hail is angry rain.