it happened when I was so young unable to understand it was forever it happened when I was so young scarring me, as a burn on tender skin scalding my sensibilities ripping away naïveté charring my existence black powdery residue staining all I touched as filthy fingerprints on a delicate white lace doily washed again … Continue reading Charred
Tame that cheetah lock her up because she’s dangerous as fuck when she figures out the game, she might attack tame that cheetah lock her up because she’s dangerous as fuck If she knows she’s strong she’ll want her power back tame that cheetah lock her up because she’s dangerous as fuck but don’t tell … Continue reading Patriarchy – a poem
My daddy drinks a pint a day but please don’t call the cops my daddy drinks a pint a day and says he just can’t stop I’m so afraid that vodka drink will cause his life to end but every day he drinks it up again again again my daddy drinks a pint a day … Continue reading The pint ~ a love story
God is purging me Of blinding pain and sorrow Do I want freedom? (C) Copyright -Stacey M. Patterson (Mo) and MugglestonesAndMayhem. All rights reserved..
A poem about mental illness My mothers rage is off the page she can’t control emotion her laughter and her tears are like the current of the ocean Her hate and her deceit are like an awful witches potion when I was small she shook me ‘til I couldn’t stand the motion I don’t know … Continue reading Screw It
what is this place? I just can’t see why it’s so crowded here who made this place I stumbled upon it sometime last year who runs this place? it seems the owners have begun to serve I see YOUR face although MY mask stays put and undisturbed... what do you do in such a place … Continue reading The Healing Place
my picker broke at age 13 a GROWN man loved me -just a teen he sang me love songs on the phone while he pretended I was GROWN two years later through a friend virginity came to an end New Year’s eve and pink champagne forced it on me, gave me pain four weeks later … Continue reading GROWN -a poem
the liquor bottle stands upon the counter clear and tall then suddenly transforms itself into a crystal ball predicts the nightly shoving match - they're up against the wall foresees the argument that precedes my next 911 call every time I see the bottle sitting three-fourths empty I have to use the headphones that my … Continue reading BOTTLES