The Bedlam Papers: Redemption

Look in the mirror Have you counted your blemishes, your freckles, your wrinkles, your zits? Yes? You haven't found it. Not yet. At the end of the day when you lay down your head, are you awake reviewing all the ways you did wrong? Yes? You haven't found it. Not yet. As days become months,… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: Redemption

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The Bedlam Papers: I was always the shit show.

I was always the shit show You said With my hair like that and my clothes like this and who did I think I was, showing you up this way? and drawing undue attention, to you, for being me? Did I join the circus? you'd snort. You said With all those old books and odd… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: I was always the shit show.

The Bedlam Papers: O wanted to believe you couldn’t be that cruel.

I wanted to believe you couldn't be that cruel Love Letter We had known each other forever, at least it felt that way. You knew all my secrets, all my hurts, all my sins. I thought it was love but, I guess I don't know what that is. I understood our dark days, and I… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: O wanted to believe you couldn’t be that cruel.

The Bedlam Papers: Love is a mirror

Love is a Mirror Refraction I see you you see me We see the world's Events reflected in faces Reactions to people, time and places Joy, rage hope, pain, and dreams Propel our bodies in different ways Is love the mirror? Or is love how I see you and me the world's events every day… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: Love is a mirror

The Bedlam Papers: Tell the truth, say that you are scared.

Tell the Truth, say that you are scared Monster Under the Bed Scared. Me? Absolutely. I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of most people. You see, I've spent a whole life watching people leave leave me, specifically. Some have said I'm too fat, too short, too strange, too smart Some say I'm not pretty enough,… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: Tell the truth, say that you are scared.

The Bedlam Papers: I will glorify the shit out of my body

I will glorify the shit out of my body Wild Acolyte If my body is a temple I am it's priest I will offer it the strongest grains my grandfathers did not farm the land for me to starve I will pluck the ripest, juiciest fruits and serve them in golden bowls to this body… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: I will glorify the shit out of my body