I let a little darkness drip from my fingers And suddenly — I felt less gray I let a little darkness drip from my fingers Because my clouds did part just right today I let a little darkness drip from my fingers in hopes the depression just stays at bay Cause I had a little... Continue Reading →
I’m feeling less like a pronoun and more like a possessed noun. Though my name has two syllables, I find the constant is less my consonants and vowels and more apostrophe s’s. ‘S Mom/wife/daughter whatever. These hats that I wear so much I forget how to take them off. I know it’s a bad day... Continue Reading →
An engine not turning failure's synonymous with learning There's something inside Tongues behind teeth hide and a rhyme can disguise all the right kinds of anguish How does it come out? Why can't I shout? Dr. Seuss crackhead, stop trying An engine won't turn It's frozen in doubt hide the truth behind what's easy a... Continue Reading →
I found a world that wasn’t there Tho it seemed so real to me I saw words that didn’t exist Yet I saw it with my own eyes I had a home that wasn’t mine Tho I swore it at the time I found a door that wasn’t a door More like the guillotine of... Continue Reading →
Life is a series of periods - ellipses and endings Feel so caught in a state where I perpetually wait hoping what once was a declarative becomes inquisitive an affirmative negation blossoms to supplication where once was the end, a comma ammeds A semi colon addendum, a sentient heart uniting this sentence of grammatical farce
When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →
I read once that if you want to be immortal, break a poet's heart. Very thankful for my immortal 🤣 this has to be one of my favorite poems I've written.
Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens I have soared I’ve danced... Continue Reading →