Killing Time…

Under rocks I see the clocks,

When they buzz I hit with rocks

The blasted thing when it rings

Seems to knock me out my socks

I try to sleep, and on it beeps

I try to sing, not hear it ring,

It won’t be blocked, that awful clock.

I will throw it off the dock

It sucks me in, but I can’t swim!

I beg it , Please- sound alarm!

But it reminds me of the harm

That I caused the rotten thing

The lesson here: Let it Ring!!!


An early morning ditty by Kikonizzy!

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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