(5-7-5)
Sun meets the water
her dangerous thoughts linger
cheeks blush like the sky
(3-5-3)
sun kissed sea
cheeks blush like the sky
dangerous
(2-3-2)
sunset
dangerous
cheeks blush
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Today’s poem was inspired by several prompts!
Rest
that’s what they say
a day set aside
BAM. BAM. BAM.
If only the thoughts would stop their fire
I shift my weight
I smile
I look forward
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Eyes closed.
Breathe.
I stand
I sing
I sit
I listen
BAM. BAM. BAM.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
I…
BAM. BAM. BAM.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Breathe.
I stand
I sing
I smile
I leave
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This is in response to the Tuesday prompt over at dVerse.
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This is another #OCDPoem, a glimpse inside my brain on a typical Sunday.
It’s hollow here
In the space between
Where I am and where I want to be
I can’t seem to shine enough
To keep the dark corners from creeping
Maybe I should just fade to nothing
Let the black envelope me
I’m so tired today
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This poem was written for MLMM’s Sunday prompt: Limbo
Once in a while
I feel the need to escape
I want crawl out of my skin
and become something else
roam the wild
see what there is to see
be something different
if only for a little while
a break from being me
© Caitlin Gramley
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This was written in response to two prompts: Quadrille #96: Wild Monday and Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt: Once
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“The truth is” – A daily post where I share a truth. It could be something personal, it could be something funny, or something totally random…you never know what you are going to get.
Sometimes I just feel like putting things out there…and here seemed like the best place to do it.
just a moment of
weary-eyed conversation
before our eyes close
is all we can manage some days
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“The truth is” is a new daily post where I share a truth. It could be something personal, it could be something funny, or something totally random…you never know what you are going to get.
Sometimes I just feel like putting things out there…and here seemed like the best place to do it.
Her paper dress
of elegant words
turned to ash
and as the burning truth swelled
the flames melted her plastic smile
I try to close my eyes
Shut out the world
But it’s still there when I awake
There is no escape
This #micropoem is in response to #Poetheme 315 run by Micropoetry.com
Theme: ESCAPE
Laughter comes
in waves
gathering in pools
holding everything
together
My flame has gone out
but I still smolder, waiting
to burn once again
My OCD reared it’s ugly head when I was a teenager, but I never knew what it was until I was twenty-six. I stumbled upon this poem I wrote…I’m not sure how old I was, 16 or 17 maybe? It is a very poorly written poem with forced rhyming but it captured how tortured I was. Knowing what I know now and reading this it is so clear to me what was going on, that it was OCD. But back then all I knew of OCD was hand washing, cleanliness, and order. I had no idea that OCD could be thoughts of family dying because I did something wrong, or fear of touch, or repetitive routines that took hours, or horrible thoughts of violence.
I am sharing this poem not because I think it’s great, trust me I don’t. But because if I knew what OCD really was back then I could have gotten help earlier. I share about OCD and what it’s really like so I might reach someone who is suffering and help them see why. And by knowing why they can finally seek the proper help they need.
The voice
I am the voice inside your head.
Do this.
No. Do this,
or you might end up dead.
If you don’t do this,
your sister might die.
But if you do that,
someone might cry.
Make sure you check the stove,
before you leave the house
Because if gas leaks, it’s your fault
you stupid louse!
Don’t let people touch you.
Don’t let them get close.
Even though you want it,
you shall think it is gross.
You will never have peace
cuz I’ll always be there,
telling you to do things
cuz I really don’t care.
when you’re in a small room
and nothing is wrong
you will want to get out
you can’t be there too long.
To many people,
all in one place.
You start to breathe fast.
You become a nut case.
Maybe you’re crazy.
That’s what I think.
Now you think it too.
You are crazy and you stink.
I am the voice inside your head.
I will not rest until you are dead!
Real Momma Ramblings 