Author Archives: onethumbpoetry

About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.

Across the Middle Distance

Dying slowly Empty, devoid of fear or any feeling Although sadness sometimes sneaks in through the locked door I am leaving, going away from the world Walking alone, carrying nothing, leaving nothing behind It is lonely and cold, and dark … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Dancing with Godot on Pepper Sprout Pony Kegs

The lights on the going up stairs are confused they’re off at the bottom they’re off at the top which way is up which way is down is anyone’s guess The chaos descended, I believe, on Saturday morning although it … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

No Mascara

If you thought it was your last day Your very last You might wear a pretty red dress You might even curl your hair Although you might skip the mascara You want to leave in good form Mascara runs & … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Jack Dempsey & Me

Even Jack Dempsey had to get out of the ring He told me so, I was 10, it was New York So here I am all these years later, taking the gloves off Sitting in the corner Sucking hard on … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

!!!❤️💋❌⭕️!!!

I love your exclamation points! They are you, passionate, playful! You are not a question mark! There can be no question of your considerable charm! You excite me, period! So please hurry home and exclamation me!

Rate this:

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | 1 Comment

Why the World Needs The Mentally Different

Originally posted on Redamancy Lit:
Okay. I’m not really allowed to say what I’m about to say. In public, we people who are mentally ill are supposed to hang our heads and only speak of our challenges as things we…

Rate this:

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Pretense, Public vs. Private Monikers

Friends share secrets I am your secret. I had thought we were lovers, best friends Turns out you’re just a guy collecting secrets So on this Memorial Day let us take leave of pretense, of the notion of public versus … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment