Poems from Lady-Greene
If you've read my stuff, you may find it hard to believe I'm not a completely morbid conversationalist.
What I've posted is stuff I've written for myself, mostly as a coping strategy for my depression. I've decided to share it because while I was recovering I remember I used to read other's poetry and weep. Deep, chest-wracking sobs. I cried out of identification, I knew that feeling.
Knowing you're not alone, as clichéd as it sounds, is very useful - or at least was to me. Maybe I can help others feel that, who knows?
My wings were clipped
Before I learned to sing
My throat was cut
Before I learned to dance
Life's a game we have to play
But the winner'...
My mouth may not be chasteBut that was the only way I was taught to ease loneliness.The profanities tumble out as the air tumbles inAnd I’...
Credit me with musicand a voice laced with gold.
Credit me with wordsand a tongue trimmed with silver.
Credit me with artand a talent...
I do not feel sad.I am sad.
I become my emotion and it is all consuming.It roars like flames in my throat and crashes like waves in my...
I’m eating drops of sunshine20 grams per dayBut I don’t need to eat the sunshineNow the clouds have gone away
But if the clouds returnI...