• Life,  Poetry,  Writing

    What Dreams May Come…

    It seems my words may be coming back. I woke up crying from a dream I don’t remember and the first four lines of this in my head. After ย ten continuing minutes, and ultimate uselessness in trying to go back to sleep, the grinding gears inside my head refused to shut up, so up I got and you are the lucky recipient of something new. I don’t know what it was that upset me in the dream but I still feel as if I’ve suffered a loss. Just so you know, everything is otherwise fine here at Chez Lunatic. But I am definitely going to stop snacking close to bedtime.…

  • Poetry

    What Is Written Beneath the Skin

    The Bone Writers By Jesi Scott   All you see is what you think I am, No more than that. And you think I donโ€™t understand So you talk of things in front of me   Never knowing I hear what you say And understand what you donโ€™t, The invisible mask you think you wear Reflected only too clearly   To those who see you as you really are. We live through each other, A ripple effect with pebbles Thrown from ghosts in the shadows,   Lives entwined into a miasma, Tangled ribbons, Where I begin and you end, My face on your mask,   Both of us on display…

  • OctPoWriMo,  Poetry

    World Mental Health Day

    Today is World Mental Health Day. I learned this from the subscription email I received this morning from OctPoWriMo. You can read the post here.   I have a niece who has anxiety attacks. These are debilitating to her when they happen. Her best friend suffers from OCD and Mysophobia (commonly know as germaphobia). My sister was diagnosed with Schizophrenia as a child, although I’m not sure it was correct. She’s not paranoid, per se, but she does have different personalities that take over her life when something comes up that she is just not mentally or emotionally capable of handling. I know people with bipolar disorder and lots more…