Nervous Habit by Valerie Parente
When I’m nervous
I draw trees.
Picture them naked
in the breeze.
– Valerie Parente (5-18-2023)
Nervous Habit
Tag: mental health awareness
Frostbite
Frostbite by Valerie Parente
I don’t think peace of mind
is meant for those alive.
There’s no such thing as closure
there’s only getting older
and though I say I pray for relief
there’s a stronger part of me
that’s encased in thick ice
from the post traumatic life
and I know if I let it melt away
I won’t know who I am today.
Here I am, frozen alive
and it is not a surprise.
To live is to identify with time,
to live is to be encased in ice
and it confuses most
that it feels far from cold.
When frostbitten on the skin
it feels like perpetual burning
and I never quite let go
of the warmth in my soul.
– Valerie Parente (1-2-2023)
Caution Tape
Caution Tape by Valerie Parente
There’s caution tape
inside my mind
a labyrinth
of words and lines
wrapped around
like ivy or twine
and I don’t know
if I’m the type
to make the most
of warning signs
or if I’m simply
one of a kind
in a maze of trickery
I accidentally cosigned.
Maybe it’s wrong
maybe it’s right
maybe caution tape
is just a means to highlight
the potential in the darkness
that I can’t see inside
so I stand here guessing
what fate might decide.
– Valerie Parente (10-8-2022)
Paint The Stars With Blood (Part I) [A Fantasy Chronicle]
Paint The Stars With Blood (Part I) [A Fantasy Chronicle] by Valerie Parente
Elissa painted the stars with her blood
back when she was numb
a little crimson magic
for the sky’s fabric
stained on purpose
because the creepers said it would be worth it
so she fulfilled that prophecy
when she was so damn naive
illuminating the region
with stars the shapes of demons
but the sun eventually rose
and she could see she was alone
that’s when she found the strength
to no longer identify with pain
it was the bravest thing she ever did
deciding she was more than her emotions.
– Valerie Parente (9-6-2022)
Haunted, Not Want It
Haunted, Not Want It by Valerie Parente
It’s not that I’m not over it,
it’s that I never got closure from it.
It’s not that I want what I almost had,
it’s that I’m haunted by the way it passed.
It’s never my intention to turn around,
I just wanna make the old me proud…
When it’s hard to tell the difference
between what you want
and what continues to haunt
I ask myself, am I the host or the witness
of a truth in my heart
or an obsessive thought?
The answer is always the same:
when I was half this age
I wanted exactly what I have in this day,
this longing is an addiction so dishonest
a state of mind of the haunted
and it can be debunked in this way:
having gratitude for today.
– Valerie Parente (8-19-2022)
Slow/Fast
Slow/Fast by Valerie Parente
They think I’m slow
in the head
because it takes a moment
to comprehend
but these thoughts
are too fast
as I’m running
from the past.
So many obstacles
in the way
on rapid fire
in this brain.
My mind is not vacant,
you see,
it’s just overwhelmed
at this speed.
– Valerie Parente (6-24-2022)
A Harpy’s Observation (A Fantasy Chronicle)
A Harpy’s Observation by Valerie Parente
The harpy fought her darkness
but vowed in her core
she would never haunt another.
Quite often she noticed
from her bird’s eye view
something ever so cruel.
All throughout the village
so many so called lovers
continuously hurt each other.
So she asked the lunar druid,
“Why are there so many toxic pairs?”
and to that he declared.
“Damaged people damage people
when mental health defects
remain unchecked.
Yes we all have a dark side
and I shall not fault one for their darkness
unless it goes unaddressed.
So many become a pair
and they foster displacement
from their own self-hatred.
You must at least try
to find healing in yourself
before you find love in someone else.”
– Valerie Parente (6-10-2022)
Dizzy
Dizzy by Valerie Parente
Life is about balance
but I’ve always been dizzy in love
with the tug-of-war in my head
daydreams were never enough
but reality had one dead end.
I could dream up the perfect life
but the longing was hellbent
to lead with poetic justice
so came the mechanism of defense
I wanted to feel the world so badly
that I became a germaphobe instead.
Life is all about balance
and I am more stable in my unstableness
teetering on a fine line
but all I see is depth.
– Valerie Parente (4-29-2022)
The Undead Mermaids (A Fantasy Chronicle)
The Undead Mermaids by Valerie Parente
Little girl skipping pebble stones
in the bay behind her little home
mother told her not to go
but to that little lake she strolled.
She played a dangerous game
with creepy mermaids her age
they said “dip your toes in the lake”
beneath the water lily maze.
Little girl offered one tiny inch
that’s when she got sucked in
groped and bitten
by those devious sirens.
Then took place the wicked spell
the undead mermaid hell
little girl turned into one of them
luring other girls to that realm.
Prominent were their ribs
with hair that became thin
so emaciated and addicted
to rotting in their grey skin.
Once choice is all it takes
a little curiosity in your brain
to turn you into a slave
recruiting more undead mermaids.
– Valerie Parente (4-23-2022)
Poetry Reading & Analysis (Sitting on Skulls and Bones ~ Not Bionic)
Features “Sitting on Skulls and Bones”
and “Not Bionic”
from Moonchild Manifesto on Amazon.com
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