Blood and Anxiety- Out of Reach

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Take my hand once more in yours,

And tell me one of your simpering lies.

Wish my skies fill with clouds so dark,

That, running, I may come back in fear.

Show me love that runs dry,

As a summer’s gutter bend.

Tell me you care,

But only until your bidding’s end.

I have shut my ears to your unending fabrications.

My heart thrums as I dance in the pouring rain.

Deep does my soul run through fathomless depths forever out of your reach.

I tuck my heart into its surest box and I now alone hold the key.

Make no mistake, I own who I am now,

And I will never again be in your reach.

-M.E. InkOwl


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

 

 

Blood And Anxiety- Move Closer

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Move closer Love

I need your warmth

Place my finger on your palm

Feel you press my hand

The lightness of your lips on my forehead comforts me

I need your breath in my hair

Move closer Love

It’s the nearness that I crave

You are my Sun my Moon my Stars

A whole universe rests in my heart

Yet there is always room for more

Move closer Love

We have stars to toss around

Let’s light up the night sky ❤️

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood and Anxiety- I Am Who I Am

snapseed-53Did you hear the news?

I shouted it from the highest rooftop.

No, I won’t calm down.

It’s become abundantly clear.

Why do you care who can hear what I’m saying?

Does it matter that the neighbors will notice?

Be reasonable you say? Just for once in my life?

Clearly, it cannot wait another second.

I am who I am,

And it doesn’t matter if you care.

I am who I am,

And I’ll try my hardest to never forget.

-M.E. InkOwl


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood And Anxiety- Weary

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I am weary of the darkness

How it’s void dispels the light

Unlike the night with its round moon and stars that gleam

Teaming with life, hope and the promise of another day

I am weary of the darkness

But it’s what you have chosen

I watch as your light dims

Your smile fading to a grin

Like the Cheshire Cat

Disappearing a little at a time

I am weary of the darkness

If it were night you desired

I would join you

Dance like the gypsy children that we are

But your choice is one I can’t embrace

I love the night stars to much

The moon pulls to strongly on my heart

I can not leave the light

It feeds my soul

So I am weary of the darkness

I miss your softness

I miss your smile

But more than those

I miss your light

I am weary of the darkness

So I will wait and count the stars

Save your spot under this yellow moon

Until you lay your head upon my lap

Rest from your journey

Then we will dance like fairies in the night

joyfully reborn in light where lilies glow and moths flutter

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Longing for Autumn

Delicious is the air we breathe,

Filled with the scent of Summer’s embrace.

How our thoughts linger on warm memories,

As our feet splash with cool refreshment.

Hear us sing praises to golden fields,

While puffing clouds roll peacefully by.

Yet in the night with stars shining bright,

A gentle hand traces thoughts of fall.

As darkness approaches memories stir,

And my longing for Autumn begins.

-M.E. InkOwl

Blood And Anxiety- Not Plastic

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Not plastic

But fiber, flesh

Tangible, real

Moonlight, Stardust

Not wanting but giving

In time returning to this earth

Breath for breath dust for dust

But for now dancing to my own heart

Caring with my own hands

Expressing with my own lips

Full, open

Loud, wide

Free, happy

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood And Anxiety- Self

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I have always loved you

Even when you were small

Not knowing who would be there for you

I have always loved you

Even thru those awkward years when you wondered if you were enough

I have always loved you

Even when you felt alone and battle weary

I have always loved you

Even when you needed to open your heart to clean house

I have always loved you

Even as your body changed while creating life

I have always loved you

Even when they left you behind wondering

I have always loved you

Even now when your heart is wiser with your face showing signs of time

You see I am the woman strong capable happy because of it all

So yes

I have always loved you

-The Wasp

Blood And Anxiety- Pissed

img_0836I want to hold you and slap you all in one move

I hear birdsong then rudeness all with one ear

I call for love and scream for anger all with one mouth

I smell roses and garbage all with one nose

This world delights and disgusts me all in one day

But what’s the sweet without the bitter you say

Oh hell, pass me the chocolate 🍫 menopause is a bitch

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

With Me- Michael Erickson

I have a poem being featured on another wonderful website that’s in honor of suicide prevention day and month. Come take a look at it.

Go Dog Go Café

Dear one I am here,

With arms open wide to embrace the rushing dark.

Ears willing to listen and heart open to understand,

I wish to take your trembling hands.

Know that you matter to me an utter stranger,

I live to help you find your place.

As one who has stood upon that darkening plane,

‘Tis rocky and treacherous a path.

Stay one more moment and be free,

For you will always have a space with me.


I shared this poem in the hopes of adding to the many voices out there advocating for the mental health of others. Spread love and empathy for those who experience or have experienced, or will experience suicidal ideation, death of a loved one, or are in a role supporting those who are hurting. There is always hope, help, and love.

https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org

https://afsp.org/find-support/resources/

https://www.thetrevorproject.org/

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Blood and Anxiety- Touch Me Not

Touch me not lest we forget.

This painting that we walk upon.

Brushstrokes of blood and bone.

Betrayal of a secret kind erasing what was.

Touch me not lest I forget the cold iron of your eyes.

Or the harshness of each hand bathed in frosted cobalt.

I gave up who I was while throwing myself into your arms.

And burned white-hot in your scorn.

Let me not forget.

-M.E. InkOwl


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.