November PTSD

November PTSD

I have to admit it is a bleak evening
My brain is fuzzy
As well as my hands.
Clyde and cotton candy
Keep breaking into my thoughts
It was bound to happen
The November nightmares
And arctic winters
Of the past two years
Are Clyde’s creation
A natural PTSD
Haunting.

B.J.H. November 2013

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Dreaming Through November ~ Really?

Really?

Here it comes
The flaw
The issue
How many days has it been?
Is this a new record?
Laughing in my head
Oh how rich I would be
If I placed bets
No One ever means it
When they say
They would never change you
Why must people spew words
That hold no meaning?
I beg to be proved wrong
It has yet to happen
And people wonder why
I am guarded…

B.J.H. November 2013

Drown It

::Drown It::

Seeps into my soul
Eats my self control
Drink to drown it out
Demons scream and shout
Cant run away from this
Feelings never missed
Don’t wanna feel this way
Demons come to play
Cant control my mind
Thought that I was fine
Lost my self control
Drink to save my soul

©05.14.05
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved

enough anger to breach a 6 year writers block

I’m Undone

Black is the look I see in your eyes
I turn my face so you don’t see me cry
Anger unleashed burning my face
My ears bleed at the words you say
After this eruption
What do I have left
A flow of venom
To scar my breast.

©01.02.07
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved

Midnight Blue… did she jump or slip?

Angel Rescue

 

Urgent whispers

The ocean calling

Angel slips

She is falling

Gasping for breath

Waves are crushing

White foam surrounds her

Crashing, pounding

Green eyes close

No more fighting

Strong arms grab her

She is floating

Gentle kiss

Blue eyes searching

Angel rescued

A princely sailor

His forever

Should he wish to keep her

Bonnie Jean Higgins