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I WANT TO…

Run, full out, for half a mile. Sleep, for eight hours and awaken, refreshed. Look intently into my true love’s eyes. Spend a whole day free of pain. Hear the ocean’s crashing waves outside my bedroom door. Write a piece of poetry to make a reader cry. Touch someone.

Many Days Since

I am here again, on lock down of my own making. Wanting the isolation while longing for company. I feel unsure, unsteady, and oh, so tired. The dialogue inside my head has slowed, and the gist of it is dire, down and miserable. I hate myself like this, and that adds to my misery because […]Read Post ›

Long Time Gone, a poem…

The wind blows, my mind slips back into some disturbing dream. Was it me then, or is it me now? I can’t believe where I have been. I yearn for escape, memories come reminding me what I have done.   I chose a new way, on a hopeful day, changed my methods and my means… […]Read Post ›

Where Am i? Where Have i been?

Strange days, these. People are acting wild, out of control. There is fear in their eyes, urgency in their speech. Anger in their hearts. I have been running away again, from storms, from memories, from emotions. Thankfully running towards God, who has taken me in, again. I am so grateful. I had a bad episode […]Read Post ›

Burning Desire..Really burning….

I am fighting right now, and you already know what is after me…negativity. Depression. Self Pity. Pain. Sadness…boo, boo, bad, hiss, grrr, mumble, mumble…SIGH… I have been feeling worse than usual in my physical self, heavy, cumbersome(love that word), out of breath, and oh! SO SLEEPY. Mentally? Running With Scissors!!!! WHEEEEE!!! Paint, Paint, draw, sculpt, glue, […]Read Post ›

That Brave Girl

The decision to enter my painting in an art show at a real art gallery was easy to make. I believe I am being motivated by fear, having learned while Pops was in hospital that I will basically be destitute after he dies or if he must be placed in a home. I had always […]Read Post ›

Why Do I Hurt Myself?

I answered his call tonight. What a foolish foolish girl. I knew that it was wrong, to talk to the abuser, but I did it anyway. After years of being strong, of cutting out the gangrenous heart of me. How could I sell my broken soul out so cheaply? I knew he would say something […]Read Post ›

A Welcome Whack on the Back!

He has a look, lately. A hateful look, cold. No trace of love. No recognition. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I used to yearn so much for his love that I would have thrown myself in front of a train, just for a pat on the back. That is all I would […]Read Post ›

We Never Moved, Just Moved On…

This is Baby Izzy. Her full name is Aiko XoXo Izabella, and she is a shih-tzu, as are my other 2 babies. This is her older brother, Kiko San Majestic: He looks like a wookie from star wars here. Or an Ewok, I can’t remember what that furry creature as called. Both of the kids […]Read Post ›

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Recent Works: SUSAN T. MARTIN

Spring Hearts Jello Mold!

Spring Hearts Jello Mold!

We’re All Innocent by Susan T. Martin

We’re All Innocent by Susan T. Martin

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The Water Plant (in Progress)

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The Beginning Murals

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