it goes like— it hurts. you can’t hear me through the gasping breaths, and so you ask “what?” “it hurts.” but i can’t hear me through my beating heart. and i start to believe that it wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t beat anymore. my mother tells me that happiness is […]
Category: poetry.
She Asked Me How I Felt
In a little, sterile, white-walled hospital room. I could feel the needle inside of my vein Keeping me hydrated, alive. The drowsiness of the overdose Clouded my ability to make sense of the question. And so, I wondered if she meant the IV in my arm. “It hurts like a bitch,” I reported, exhausted, […]
Questions to Ask
*A poem of frustration written shortly after the shooting at Borderline Bar & Grill in Thousand Oaks, CA, a place that I’d frequented and loved. Where were you that day— The day of the shooting? Did you have the week off for vacation? And how can the creator of the world take vacations? Why didn’t […]
A Writer’s Solitude
There’s something lonely about being a writer. There’s beauty in the loneliness just as there’s a bit of beauty to most everything in life. The solitude of a writer is chosen by the individual. We make the choice to either be the extrovert, spending our moments in live conversation with others in the world, […]
Heart Murmur
There she sat beside me in class Twitching. The professor spoke But all I could hear was the sound of her Twitching. A moment of stillness and then the motion of her Twitch. A sudden movement Interrupted by calmness, Immobility. I began to count the seconds between each Twitch. One. Two. Three. Four. Twitch. Others […]
In the Dark
At unspeakable hours is when they like to come— Never in the daylight for fear of being discovered By those who are not allowed to know. They chose me, and it’s a curse and a blessing. The first night they arrived, it was ordinary and bright. The moon shone a yellowish hue through my […]
Setting Tears on Fire
“I know pain. I know what pain feels like.” My mother looked at me, uncertain. Startled by my words. The psychiatrist looked around the room, nervous, Wiping sweat from his brow And letting his shirt soak up the dampness from his palms. “I know how it feels to dive deep into yourself, To go […]
pills! pills! and more pills!
he chooses silence while she chooses attention from anyone who will give it to her he thanks them for the invitation but he will not go. and everyone knows. she drowns her pain in things, things, and more things he holds tight onto what he does have though it isn’t much. and they all […]
Love letters to my restless heart
I don’t write to be perfect I write for you Who is wonderful In your imperfection And so I write To feel wonderful To feel emptied And replenished Each time that I am filled To the brim With all that it means To be human I write To be imperfect And to feel Perfect doing […]
uncharted territories
she was the sky above an empty rainforest sprinkling droplets of water to be witnessed by none he was a single rose in an unbothered garden enchanting from afar, thorns uncharted