Author: Badges of a Modern Girl
Monsters
Check out our website and submit your best poetry!
Eyes
When you look into my eyes,
what do you see?
The debris from all the tragedy?
Thats only part of me.
Like a detainee,
I’m trapped inside.
Denied feelings of happiness,
only a slight will to survive.
I’m only here
because,
I plea
for sanity.
For my mind to not take over me
with negativity
to give me dignity
to fight another day.
Strength, not captivity
Ability, not anxiety .
I want to write words that need
to be heard, without them getting
blurred.
Let me transfer the good
for all that are misunderstood.
I want to RISE
Thats what I want you to see
when you look into my eyes.
Glue
I am a lost soul glued to an immobile shadow
Eye always closed
If I open them, its a horror I only know.
The sweet smell of roses
splashed with blood.
It’s enough to loose my fading wit.
I will never move on
It stays with me like
skin to bone.
Published by Poetica Review Dec 2019
Unique Poetry Site Launch
Poetry writers submit and get your words out there! I know how it feels, I’ve been there myself, but now being published so many times I have joined forces with some great editors and I’m excited to be apart of Unique.
I look forward to reading your work!
Founder/Editor
T.Carey
Tina Carey | Poetica Review
Tina Carey | Poetica Review
— Read on poeticareview.com/tina-carey/
So very honored!
Iconic Love Poem… Do you have one?
Wine comes in at the mouth, and loves comes in at the eyes; that’s all we shall know for truth before we die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
Wine comes in at the mouth, and loves comes in at the eyes; that’s all we shall know for truth before we die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
W.B. Yeats
Unique Poetry Journal
I am in the process of creating an online journal to start publishing poetry for all that are out there TRYING DESPERATELY to get there name out there in this industry.
I know I’ve been there.
Please look for updates, and I will be posting a link to the Journal once it’s up and running.
I can’t wait to read and publish lots of amazing poetry!!
check out my site badgesofamoderngirl.com
Seeking
We all have something unquie about us! Look within.
Trapped
Some days are better than others, but most are like skin to rubber. I feel trapped inside.
❤️✌🏽🌈
There is not a single instance in history where hate has brought joy to human beings. It is a negative force that serves only to destroy those who hold it in there mind and body. If the majority of humanity released all hate, fear, and resentment, wars would disappear from our planet.
Pay attention
New site.. check it out!
Home
Take me to this place you say is breezeless
where the shadows standstill
and the brightness is only at the tips of your toes,
and the darkness smells like rainbows.
Take me to this place you say people fall in love
without saying a word, where sunshine is vibrantly
heard.
Take me to this place were the waves crinkle
and never splash. Where you become ageless never
knowing how much time has passed.
Take me to this place, you and I will only know. Where mindfulness has no plateau.
Take me
Forever there.
Published by #ANTIherionchick Nov.2019
Brave
I think its brave that you never do!
Home by Tina Carey – Anti-Heroin Chic
Home by Tina Carey – Anti-Heroin Chic
— Read on heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/home-by-tina-carey
On this day that I am heavy, and full of saddness, my poem “Home” was published.
So honored to be a part of this beautiful tribute.
Feeling Heavy today
Grief Knot
A loop of process
A loop of dismay
Crossed and tightened to bring enormous pain.
After being worn for some time,
it starts to unravel
exposing pieces of
happiness,
loosened smiles,
drops of laughter
tangled with moments of love.
Catch those strings
and put them up for later,
when they appear the sorrow
seems to brightens
for that moment.
The knot
doesn’t seem so tight.
Those are the days
we should remember .
© 2019 Tina Carey
Badgeofamoderngirl.com
I am working on a New project that I am so proud of. I want to spread love and light to as many people as possible. I hope you wander with me on my voyage.
Speechless
#ANTIheroinchick is doing a beautiful piece on grief. I was honored to have my poem published. This is very personal and I am truly honored.
From the ashes she became
Before she became fire, she was water
Quenching the thirst of every dying creature
She gave and gave
until she turned from sea to desert
but, instead of dying of the heart, the sadness, the heartache
she took all the pain and from her own ashes
she became fire.
~Nikita Gill
10 down- 10 more to go! #chapbookdreamin
Keep doing YOU, no matter the obstacles.
Stillness
Poetic Medicine: New Voices
Poetic Medicine: New Voices
— Read on poetrypill.blogspot.com/p/new-voices.html
Ground yourself
Ground yourself in something and keep flourishing. It’s the only way!
Chaos
Some people survive chaos, and that is how they grow,
and some people thrive in chaos because, chaos is all they know.
-ACHE
Fire🔥
Want updates on my upcoming novelette?
Fire 🧘🏼♂️🌬🔥
Cheers🍻
Clutter
Like a dumpster filled with things people don’t want
My mind is cluttered
I can’t focus on one thing; my mind starts to wonder.
a dictator of what’s beautiful and true
a malicious invader that makes every encounter blue,
always in disorder, a recorder of everything wrong.
Depression is like a song you hate to sing, dancing to the tune even though you don’t know what the words mean.
My mind is clutter
It’s torture
© T. Carey