Poetry Blogs (2019, recovery)
Candice Reineke on Accrington ,loose wire fear!This happened Saturday afternoon (58 minutes ago)
I stand, hovering, behind you,
ready to take over, if needed.
You wheel yourself in the hospital wheelchair,
resisting my offers of assistance.
We pass doorways with patients in each room.
Different voices greet us,
giving a snapshot of lives interrupted by illness and injury.
Mum peers into each room, scanning for a familiar face.
”It’s the buttons that de...
Sunday 25th August 2019 6:08 pm
I'm dedicated. Not addicted. I'm in control. It's my desicion. I say what And I say where. And if you ask jus rig;;
Saturday 6th July 2019 5:19 am
My mouth took some months to bloom
My words took some weeks to flower
You and I do not speak different languages
We possess different meanings
“What is the curl of your tongue?
What is the grind of your teeth?
What is the bow in your brows?
What do you mean?”
Your bottom line is neat and fine
Your ballpoint pen bullet-proof
My point is a r...
Sunday 9th June 2019 4:07 pm
Forgive me, for not
being the mother
you needed me to be.
For being too busy,
too naive to see
what was happening
in front of me.
For being silent
when your father
screamed and demeaned.
For when I thought it
was sweet that your
boyfriend carried you
to your room when you
For not enough hugs
and too many lectures.
For not seeing the signs
Friday 17th May 2019 3:29 pm
I saw God today
the sun shooting rays down between the clouds
I saw God today
in the tears of a friend who was hurting
I saw God today
in the smile of others and the pride in their eyes
I saw God today
as I looked in the mirror and realized my eyes were clear
for the first time in a very long time
I saw God today
in every raindrop and in every lightening strike
Friday 31st August 2018 10:05 pm
Last week as I sat in a hotel room putting a drug in a cup and pouring water upon it I asked myself who have I become? And now 7 days later I stand in a park serving those less fortunate as I and I ask myself the same question... Who have I become? No longer high and in my right mind I still don't think I can fully answer my own question... Maybe one day I may actually know the person who lives in...
Monday 30th July 2018 7:32 am
This world is brutal in its bitter way,
destroying beauty, tarnishing the good,
Hurting the carers, harming those who would
do better with their lives each passing day -
those who, despite all that the doctors say,
take back some control – if only they could
get up from where they drown beneath the flood
of good intentions. So today I pray:
when you’re hu...
Thursday 26th April 2018 4:33 pm
It’s almost as if you’ve been
you can take a breath
without feeling yourself
Cement is no longer
running through your veins
slowing every movement,
because now it is only gravel.
Your head is now
not filled with buzzing static,
the distant sound of
electric storm clouds.
You are finally se...
Monday 23rd April 2018 8:09 pm
Never seeing the light
We wither and decay
Thursday 22nd March 2018 3:37 pm
Singular point of hope
balancing in one dimension
drive the stake deep, swing without reservations
for this is the beginning
sure footing eyes
to the horizon
averted from the abyss below
another point right planar
temptations of rest
loss of balance still precarious
point added placed correctly
a broad base of stability?
Tuesday 13th March 2018 6:51 pm
Space for thought balance beauty of the void
power of complexity built on itself chaotic system
producing new order terrifying lonelyness meaningless computations
chaos repeating old broken patters My bones are ground to dust by the enormous gravity halving each space ad infinitum the yoke digging deep in the flesh
the aurochs spurred on by the cyclical hope of freedom
what new quar...
Monday 5th February 2018 7:29 pm
What do have to offer. yourself
internal wisdom beneath the facia of my concious
the untenable barrier that holds the flesh together, but connot be devoured only boiled down
and essence consumed
waste not use it for what it is
extract its power
use the sinew to construct a rope
only useful in parity with what is beneath what is beneath useless witho...
Monday 5th February 2018 7:22 pm
Alchemy accumulations occult objects
obviscation oral affinitiess
hallowed articulating implements
scaring the face
chrurning the deep richness pulled to the skin layers of detritus
masticated long passed
harrowing seed bed preped
rain sun evenly scaled
else scalded or overasp...
Monday 5th February 2018 6:56 pm
My little pale faced love
Pixie now for you or closer
Hang on in there, it's proof it's working
This is just a sign of the clock ticking
Ticking away the days to full health
Full recovery no less my lovely, you'll see
The pest shrinking daily for others to catch
Trust in their judgement and hold my hand tight
You'll be free soon my lovely, just you wait and see
Saturday 13th May 2017 8:15 pm
There are challenges we face that others don't see,
may never experience, never understand.
Invisible mountains we climb alone,
oceans we swim feeling out of our depth.
But we do it. We fight it. We beat it.
Mental health recovery is a journey,
a destination that requires focus, bravery and time.
For all those who face it every day...
Thursday 11th May 2017 8:47 am
Have you ever tried to kill yourself by holding your breath?
No one's ever died from a lack of sleep...
(I dare you not to try it)
The hardest part of forgetting is when you remember.
Double check yourself, and down it goes.
Get ready, hold on, and jump out of the plane!
Hear the rush, gasp for breath, and let those bells ring.
Jump on that train, follow those tracks.
It's too much (but ...
Sunday 26th February 2017 8:43 pm
Lost my way in the sun,
got lost in my oblivion,
wandered through the maze
inside my brain
found my way
I broke the wires
but I make them pure,
gold like a river
I let it go,
My yellow brick road
will take me home
to the silver blue,
my pure, my sweet,
my golden fire moon.
I fell in lust,
the ego owned ...
Saturday 8th October 2016 12:08 pm
Master and Commander
Spreading kindness is not as easy as it should be,
Light years ahead this world of worlds,
And what’s not preserved will slip through mid-earth,
Medicated America suffers,
Morals are seldom thought of,
Our jaded youth trudges on,
We collapse on the front lines,
No one can save us,
Because we see our neighbors in turmoil and turn away,...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 4:48 pm
Shaky fingesr slide over my
New wounds and my
Scars of hatred, with
Pills. I long my
Horrible hours of
Screaming death wishes and
Shots to my head would make
Tears fall down from my
Eyes, hurting me still!
More day and I would of been swept away.
Friday 8th May 2015 7:04 am
They say you cannot live without me,
yet I am happy lying here alone –
adrift on an ocean of Axminster.
You didn’t miss me until you were finished
and by then it was far too late.
I was just one of your many pretty pieces,
inconsequential to the scheme of things,
until I was the only thing you needed.
By then I was safely hidden away,
Friday 5th April 2013 10:09 am