Tag: Writing

All the fucks you gave

they say you are what you eat

anxiety

bedridden nightmares

monsters in the closet

secrets that cling to your chest

somehow become

words that spill on dirty napkins

takes more than a sewing kit

to heal a fresh wound

mothballs hidden away

as a deterrent in your mind

because somethings are too hard

to swallow

we’ve all made mistakes

again and again

you stand up

brush the debris off

and keep going

nobody gets a prize

if they’re put on repeat

all

those

stupid

fucking

bad

decisions

ties keep getting crossed

but they need to be severed

new days come

night steals them for its own

all the fucks you gave

won’t be forgotten

but always come back

to haunt you

new pursuits kept tucked away

in your back pocket as a reminder

why you fell in the first place

reflection tactics run wild

so they don’t know

what’s beyond the wall

but some do understand

that nothing can save

a rotting garden

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

Smashing Hearts

spilled coffee

shapes the day

when your

surroundings are

made of noise

wanting to sit

this one out

to hide the

cuts and bruises

that dig deep

it’s ok to be empty

crushing the wild

with bitter tongue tied

revelations

makes you more human

from the inside

mixed messages

shot down in

crossfire extensions

just to bend to break

because you’re seen

wearing the crazy

on the scene

smashing hearts

to run the line that’s familiar

even if it’s not the right

place to catch your breath

stranded between

those who need to be saved

and the heart you keep

caged

bridges were built to last

for only a little while

because sometimes

they need to feel the sting

so you can save yourself

from deep center

purge the days that seems to

cling onto dead planets rising

and look what’s in front of you

there’s plenty of space

to unravel new shapes

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

Safari

the wildlife

in your bones

aches to

be unconfined

looking to

feed on

blood like

sweet nectar

waiting for

the perfect

words to

wander through

the meadow

type

delete

type

backspace

*sips coffee

begging for

something

to jump into

her head

but getting

distracted by

all the coffee rings

she’s leaving

behind

*takes long

deep breath  

watching

through

the trees

there seems

to be some

movement

down in the

valley

type

space

type

space

type

adds an exclamation

point

or 2

or 3

getting ready

to pounce

*to be continued…

-From her book, Awkward years