TJ White Writes

Gold Rush In Repair me with gold to find the beauty in my flaws.   Fill these empty spaces where I once was. I am shattered. Fix these cracks so that I can feel whole again. Build me stronger than I am capable of being. I feel broken. Pick up the pieces of my soul and look upon them. Figure out the complication, the mystery I am. Or was. I am fragmented. Search for me within the storm of pain; within the heartache. Reach out to me, medicate what torments me. I am suffering. I do exist somewhere within this tornado of despair. Destructive winds battering all that I have left. But, I am not destroyed. I am still in here that woman that I was. Before. I am camouflaged by the monster that feeds upon me. I am hidden. For now I rest in the eye of this apocalyptic terror. Breathing in. Breathing out. Coping as best I can. I am surviving. I cannot see the light to break apart these shadows. I cannot hear a sound...

Sometimes when I write I close my eyes and just type. Whatever words, rhythms and rhymes come into my head I just write down. This seems to be happening more and more often over the past few days.  Today, during some down time I sat down with my coffee and computer with the intention to write something though I was unsure what exactly. I took one sip of my much needed (and well-deserved I might add) coffee before setting it down to begin writing. Before long, my musings transformed into what you see below and a cup full of cold, not so delicious, coffee.  Although this is still a work in progress I thought I would share it here. Please feel free to comment and share some feedback.  For now, I think I will try again with the coffee. Perhaps this time I will drink it while it's warm.  UNTITLED Go ahead, walk away from us, take it all in stride. Don’t look back I’m just your girl, can’t say I never tried. You say the grass is greener on the far sid...