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Trapped
Some days are better than others, but most are like skin to rubber. I feel trapped inside.
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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
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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
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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
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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
Chapbook Cover
© Tina Carey
I’m ready to enter the world! Is the word ready for me?
Find yourself
Stop and pause for yourself sometimes. Breathe, take in this beautiful life and all its havoc. Your still here, find your purpose, and ride it until the wheels fall off.
Today
It bites at me like a hungry snake
Asking, ” what can I take today?”
your sanity?
your drive?
your will to survive?
As soon as my feet hit the floor
I’m begging my demon for no more.
“I can’t handle it,” I say
It’s okay; you’re going to take it anyway.
Today I do not fight so I go back to
bed, I’d rather lie dead instead.
I cover my face so you can’t see, it doesn’t
matter because you’re within me.
“One day, I will get rid of you, I say
but not today.
© T. Carey
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