The End or Something Like It   The clock’s incessant ticking resonates loudly in my ears. The end is near.   ****I literally just invented the lowku by exhausted inattention. While I had planned to pen a haiku, my muddled mind mistakenly reversed the…

Crying for Mom Baby’s tears are many A bottle for food There is no substitute for the softness Of Mommy’s breast, or the tenderness Of Mommy’s touch Mom enters the room and instinctively Crying baby starts looking around Waiting for that familiar smell Mom walks…

Cars and loads, Now off we go, Heading to the place we know, Or probably don’t know. A million miles to go, Do as we were told, A couple of times, I know. It’s time to do the things we should do. Not a lifetime…

content warning: depressing. talks about being in pain and is just. generally an upset poem. i get so caught up in the reality that i forget all about the pain. divide and conquer. compartmentalize. make it make sense. deep breaths. try to stay sane. how…

It started with solar panel smashings fields littered with black spaceware twinkling in shards in the sun next, they took down the turbines felling them during maintenance two workers were seen on top embracing before jumping together from there, it was the hydroelectric dam hole…

I rarely use umbrellas on rainy days I’d rather stand in the way of the water when it’s warm weather and okay I always carry an umbrella late summertime nights When I travel by bus or train no matter if it rains , as my…

Because the day Is short And life is shorter Breathe deeply  

Umbrella Me protection from the glaring sun, heat, and harmful rays, shielding from the pelting rain’s chilly soaking to the skin, waiting patiently in the stand, by the door, forgotten until needed. left behind in foreign places, a burden to be carried, ever-ready to break…

Sleep deprivation comes naturally to me; Years of anxiety, waking at every shuffle, thinking so quickly— even in the deadest rest— that I wake myself, over and over, have taken their toll I’ve had to find tools to quiet my mind and my body. Months…

There are days I don’t quite like myself Nothing seems to align Every sentence ending in a sigh But there’s the calm in my storm The peace to my internal war And all I need Is to exist in his tenderness