The poems from the past few days are simply my process to understanding a friends suicide. They are in no way a reflection of how I feel about my personal situation. In fact this process of creative madness has indeed helped deal with this news in a constructive way versus my usual, shutting down.
Thank you
Min

Baby rode side car

Baby rode side car
she was already damned
with flames of molten love stained wounds
demons in bottles
that stood in her stead
One pistol shot
and a thousand holes of suicide
resided in her head
There was a ticket in your name
One free ride
to the other side
where Beneath a pretty willow
you can slide back into your wedding band
Arm in Arm
with your vessel watching
you can go be with your man
for on this earth
your lover knew
that you were already dead


~Mindy

In memory 10-16-2013

I open my eyes
to Truth and Morning
the Sun of the Son
disguised as Rebirth
Dressed up in Love
A Sleepless nights'
bad Dream
is Not always a warning
and death
though sad
not always for Mourning
sometimes
it's an Expression
of a Means
of what Lies between
a meditation
between Lovers
in Two Separate worlds
with misunderstood Needs
But the Sun
is always There
guiding Lovers home
and Bad dreams
are just Truths
making themselves known
there will always be
poison spat
in the Face of the born
a vicious Assumption
that bears death's door
but the candle
in That window
was there long before
burned Flames of love
and still Flickers in death
two Souls
Two energies
intertwined forevermore

~Mindy