Hiding from Myself

I want to write a poem About how I feel But it’s hard to explain How hard it is To be autistic and at the same time Somewhat normal And still be bisexual Along with nonbinary Add in being a birthmother And all the things…

Free

Some of the greatest works of art were written or painted or sculpted by someone who was depressed or haunted by unhappiness in one way or another. When you have someone on your back spreading word to not comment on this or not commenting on…

Such as Life???

Oh well, here I go again attempting to do good living to do well but such as life things don’t tend to go my way.   Today I am semi happy because I am doing something that I love. My writing may not be spectacular…

Unapologetic

There was a point in time When I used to despise myself Much to my own undoing I stripped away layers Unveiling my true self Assuming that I was loved for just that But who I was inside was never quite enough Concealed by the…

Bedrock

Long before our hearts met There was hidden camaraderie Between our eyes In shared laughter Stolen glances Inside jokes Hyperbolic hilarity Tempered with tangible truth  

Where There Is Light (Hour 9)

WHERE THERE IS LIGHT The constant of time is staggering, bewildering, and heartbreaking. So tonight, I will time to stop. I do not ask, I do not beg, I will it. Just for a moment. Let me sit in the stillness of a void I…

Graffiti

HOUR SIX An artist- a graffiti for appraisal a solicitous effort to mend a chaos White noise- a concoction of idiosyncrasies and vulnerabilities. How to break this inertia? Graffiti languishing in a loop- not a loop of Henle but maybe a loop of Karma? You…

The Trick

As it turns out it was all a dream Heaven is a place that we called a ghetto We woke up to find only the weak survived They are the ones that learned to depend and never worry Jokes on you! Only the peacekeepers and…

Love, Rediscovered

I loved you without word, or look or token, You satisfied a need in me, I didn’t even know I’d need A primal urge, instinctive and unspoken. Then I, so unaware of this devotion, Was given to your look-alike, A hateful thing of bile and…