I Saw a Magpie on a Gravestone
I saw a Magpie on a Gravestone.
As I sent my salute, it nodded and flew away.
That day, what had I done? Well
we went to the woods, those yearning learning boughs, and crept between
the covers of the leaves and shared each other, Well
they shared, those two did, and she with her own, and him with his own
and again. I am without. I see the stream, the overpass
I hear the train, oh, that Garden...
You were right to leave. I was floating in deep waters of my own, I wasn’t trying to swim, I was just there, floating with my head above water. Sometimes I would twist around, I twirled and dived, but I wasn’t swimming anywhere. I was waiting for the life raft to arrive. I realize now it was never coming. I’ve never wanted to rely too much on anyone. Blame it on my upbringing, I never grew up w...
PoeticSomewhatThat I open my purseIn the supermarketOr at homeAnd out fall tiny piecesBroken glassFragile and delicateLike my very beingUsing a fingerPressed down flatTo lift and hide the pieceBefore anyone sees
The Three Lanterns
Am I stupid? Or am I being held to some crazy standard of having to inherently know everything?Am I being too sensitive? Or have I just let the slimiest people in my life and spent years being gaslit because I was desperate for companionship?
Welcome to your anxiety attack. A short form exploration of the very visceral and disorienting world of living with severe anxiety and depression, the world’s biggest health problem.
movement and the body
my projects focus around the body and light in movement and how that can be captured to create effective imagery. the art of movement can express elements from the stress of the city to representing feelings of hysteria and mental illness.instagram- @mindful_molly