Tammy Hendrix ~ A Soul in Pieces

Tammy Hendrix ~ A Soul in Pieces Poems

I see her madness
undulating like the tides
rising crooked smiles and jagged laughter
falling lost, exhausted with reality.
...

I gave flowers once

pretty as momma
...

For a moment
I turned away
caught
in my child-like adornment
...

I close my eyes at night.

Imagine a life without pain.
...

I woke to the twining of fingers
snaking beneath warm blankets
following the arching of my leg
risen slightly
...

Corpses line hallways

Vacant faces with Thorazine grins
...

Tammy Hendrix ~ A Soul in Pieces Biography

Hello, my name is Tammy Hendrix. I am a poetry and prose writer. I am also working on a novel titled " Throne of the Dead King" and have plans for another titled " Hard Lessons" after I have finished the first one. I love to express myself through writing. I find it quite therapeutic. I hope to reach out and touch others through my words. It is in my soul to write and is my destiny to become published. I hope you will come along with me on this exciting journey. Many blessings to you and yours!)

The Best Poem Of Tammy Hendrix ~ A Soul in Pieces

Beautifully Insane

I see her madness
undulating like the tides
rising crooked smiles and jagged laughter
falling lost, exhausted with reality.

She places her finger
in the socket, because it is painful
to be boring, weary.

Calling out to a god
who never answers.

Cursing, versing
scribing mad profanities on the walls
on stones, in the air, on her skin
only to have them make uncomfortable sense
when dawn approaches.

The moon is her lover.
Though she knows not how to keep it.
Hissing when the light blinds her
as she tries to read.

She's a liar.
Manifesting falsehoods to suit her needs.
And her needs are neurotic.
Rummaging for attention only to tell you to go away.

Her clothes are worn, torn
smelling of patchouli
a bottle she uses sparingly
for the earthy scent makes her feel whole
and she wishes to hold on to that feeling, forever.

Her hair is long and unkempt
Auburn with a gray streak off the left temple
adorned with the leaves she used as a pillow last night
for she sleeps where she wishes.

But gods can she dance!
Down the halls of the sanitarium,
on the streets, in the park, on the train,
there's no place she won't celebrate life!

©Tammy Hendrix 6/3/2021

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