Spam and Mac I don’t eat much from childhood Not that I don’t like it – The food that is I just can usually eat better. There is however a staple From my 16th year Which reminds me to stay grateful For the job that…

Draining of life Encompassed in an unseen weight Pretending it’s okay Regretting Emotionally exhausted Sorrow hanging like a cloud Should I just Ignore it Or Not?

When I rise from the ashes just a box of matches With flames on my lashes Thingsll be better no more scars no more gashes Flying along while somebody bashes Everything I’ve said Everything I’ve done But I’ve won Haven’t I? That’s just it They’re…

ALONE The word I thought  I never dreaded hearing  Alone. Alone. Alone. As no one simply heard me Or believe my story The look on their faces  The whispers behind my back The stopping of talk  When I entered the room The nonchalant use of…

  Misgiving Emotions are fleeting, but leave shadows in their wake. They follow stalk-eyed, peering through magnified lenses–watching as you undress. the folds of clothing fall in crumpled heaps and the voices slither from them, drumming the ear like fingers on a table. waiting patiently…

Anger spikes for a moment, then fades. Yes, it’s awful – so what? Joy floods in like sunshine, then cools. Yes, it’s lovely – so what? Fear’s icy grip is powerless, too. Yes, it’s deadly – so what? Depression’s letting nothing past The emptiness of…

My dear younger self, This is your future – no, Don’t walk off, there’s things I want you to know. I remember you well, So new to the abyss We’ll return there, but You can get through this Happiness is not Confined to the past…

Darkness Dementors Dejection Join hands in tandem   Happiness Ameliorators Affection Swim faraway ibidem   He might be here tomorrow He might not

Daughter, Sister, Woman I am all of these things with out choice, designations from life   Teacher, Mentor, Leader I am all of these things because of need, others views of me   Poet, Artist, Creator I am all of these things by drive, instincts…

There is a child hidden in my heart that refuses to come out. This child is there for when the world becomes unfathomable and I need to pout. This child allows me to laugh at knock-knock jokes and silly burping games. This child, however, has…