28 Saturday Oct 2017
Posted in Narcissists suck
8.29.17
Sometimes
Daddys go on vacation and never ever come back.
You don’t get to say a real goodbye.
People lie about death.
People lie about life.
Silence is the worst form of cruelty.
People break and they can’t be put back together again.
People enjoy hurting and punishing you.
They inflict so much pain, it’s beyond unbearable.
And sometimes there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.
30 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in poetry
Hush-a-bye baby, don’t look over there, listen to the lady, surrender your despair. No point letting life get, snagged on nasty thorns, curl up in your blanket, and dream of rosy dawns. Copy all the others, join our little tribe, safe under the covers, like the fairy tales describe. Don’t make yourself […]
27 Thursday Apr 2017
Posted in Darlene Higgins, Fears, poetry, senseless cruelty, Sociopath Mother
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Once upon a time several lifetimes ago, a college freshman took a poetry class from a kind professor lady who was a friend of her daddy’s. At first, she struggled to write authentically and wrote manufactured cans of generic words. With support and encouragement from the kind professor lady, she started to open up. She started to remember her own feelings and thoughts rather than the ones she’d been trained to claim. At this young age, much of her expression was related to feeling unworthy and dreaming of a mother’s love.
Once her truth was unleashed, the professor took note of the words, the style, the raw truth of this girl’s expression flowing freely for the first time. Professor lady entered a few pieces for submission into a poetry magazine, praising and encouraging this girl.This girl took those tiny tidbits of confidence and felt some pride and ability. She collected her writing in a glossy navy blue college folder along with a few of her favorite poems from her classmates.
Soon, the girl’s mother came to visit. She excitedly told mother of the published poems and the professor’s praise. Choking down her fear, she shared her glossy navy blue collection with all its grief and torment, fear and love. She saved her private heartfelt tribute to mother for last: a poem of raw and sincere desperation for mother’s love and approval intertwined with the depth of love and admiration she’d always felt for mother.
Mother read the tribute in silence as the girl waited breathlessly praying silent pleas. After reading the tribute, she said, “That’s super cute…but tell me about this classmate of yours who wrote this poem about Daisies”.
“Daisies” was a sweet and playful poem about dancing in a field of daisies which the girl had really loved for its light and sunny nature full of hope and thoughts of joy.
Mother said, “I’m really worried about the author of that Daisies poem. She sounds like a very sad girl who’s had some hard struggles in her life”.
In confusion and added desperation, the girl picked up the tribute to her mother and bravely, beggingly said, “Really? I was actually trying to express some of that myself, in this poem.”
Mother smiled a slight sneer-grin that made light dance in her dark eyes and said, “That’s a cute poem, but tell me more about these Daisies, that poor girl…”
27 Thursday Apr 2017
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Sip from the pain in my eyes
simultaneously sweet and hopeless
savor your creation
the bountiful blend of infinite misery
without remedy
sip the dark, cluttered flavors
beg its nuance
dance blithely on your tongue…
my heartache tastes of your untethered joy
my agony, your treasured dreams
my torment, your freedom
my desolation, your playground
frolic, delight, laugh, play,
live all the life they ripped from my labored breath
swirl my endless grief in your perfect rosebud mouth
swallow the efforts of my dreams
relish the zest of salty satisfaction
my pain your remedy
my unwanted battle
my death your life
