Have you ever said a word so many times it feels foreign? Like, “COLOR” ,, (??) ,,Color. C o l o r ,, C / o / l / o / r ‘ ………………………………… a scratch at the back of my throat, a tongue flutter; I spit the out the word with a flick ofContinueContinue reading ““COLOR” ,, (??) a poem to myself, about myself, (or anyone else)”
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the morning after ))
Letters to the World11/23/2020 What the weekend brought in sunshine over the mountain top & casual relaxation, faux-fireplace, Monday brings in rain over chill, trash trucks screeching, & work. Waiting / for this toil to end becomes mental turmoil as bad as digging ditches. I’m swallowed by the machine, spinning dizzy –cog vomiting productivity. I’llContinueContinue reading “the morning after ))”
Lately I’ve been feeling completely, & strongly my illness(es)
Letters to the World7/13/2020 Please excuse any self-pity but, here it comes….Can I withstand this life? I’m beat to the bone with fatigue stricken illness; achy & sad &…Can I withstand life? ROLL CALL!Bipolar. Depression. Psoriasis. Arthritis. IBS. Asthma. Lyme Disease. PTSD. GERD. Epilepsy. Anxiety. Okay looks like we’re all here. Good morning. (Or whateverContinueContinue reading “Lately I’ve been feeling completely, & strongly my illness(es)”
Hospital Notebook Poetry #1
I admitted myself to a psych hospital a few weeks ago. I stayed for 2 weeks, 2 days. I filled 2 notebooks with poetry. This is a poem from the 1st notebook. I hope you can’t relate. & if you can, I’m sorry. I’m sorry &,, keep up the fight. -Amber Renee
[ Awake in an Ambulance
Or, The Time I Had A Seizure Inpatient ] * * * I’mdoused with inward daydream,, soaked to the bone with infatuation / my own imagination / a misery / which follows me,, deluded to anxiety & spitting autonomous politeness speak. * * * I’ll never forget the feeling of thestrip search & body check.NoContinueContinue reading “[ Awake in an Ambulance”
Poem: I feel so much us connected
I feel so much us connectedthe thoughts of the ancestors & genes, our omnipotent mind. / There is somethingpast bone which is calling me home & it’s not inthis body of mine… Which is really // the onlyreason for this earth-time,,, business (as usual). Comparing to prove it: a bard’s lyrical linescan say nothing moreContinueContinue reading “Poem: I feel so much us connected”
I’m no poet.
I want to stain this white pagewith everything ,that’s on my mind. A myriad of windingmazes happening // much too fast to grasp ,by pen. By word, & tongue tripping over sadness. -Amber Renee
2020
Letters to the World1/1/20 As I stare at my phone, listening to music in my car on this first day of the year, waiting to enter my assigned nanny case of the day…… I’m caught by this dear diary entry I found dated October of 2019. Does deep painful anguish bring light? I feel this,ContinueContinue reading “2020”
a #roughquickwrite in the morning while cutting it close to work ,
[Heart Attack] There’s something destroying my heart. It’s grabbing the organ,, by the ventricles & pulling it from my chest / cavity / leaving me gasping,, , blood spilling from ,empty hole where my broken ribs (cracked) open up to reveal / silver linings drenched red & vein-y. —Or are those arteries? -Amber Renee
Feb 1: a spoken word (set to) music & its “essay” explanation
Hiya, & welcome to this little listen-in. Amber Renee here, pretty sick, very sleepy, but a lot eager to show you this lyrical piece of my soul. Both the poem & music were written a couple weeks ago in a haze of trance & mania; the piece itself is a bit of a mouthful. TheContinueContinue reading “Feb 1: a spoken word (set to) music & its “essay” explanation”
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