You know, I can recall the first time someone ever called me a cripple. It was back in junior year of high school when I first started to use my crutches, and my limp became more prominent. We were all joking, and I really didn’t know what was going on with my joints and so […]Read More Cripple
Found an item of yours, Tucked underneath a layer of dust, Next to a ball of dog hair, a dime, and two AA batteries, A little piece of your crappy heart left to rot under a couch in the living room.Read More Heart under the couch.
The only guy to buy me flowers was my best friend. He and I were going to our senior prom, and we were really only going because it was an American tradition to go. I remember trying not to be so happy that my prom date had gotten me flowers, it threw me completely off […]Read More The only boy to buy me flowers.
I”ve completed high school, I’ve started my college credits, I have a job, I’ve taken care of my health, I feel like my life is on track again. There’s calmness, normalness, and even peace in my world again. I can finally begin to heal, I am healing, and I no longer dread getting out […]Read More What’s next?
I thought about you today, your eyes, and the way you smile, I thought as I strolled along in the park alone, the memories of you slowly fading in my mind to nothingness, I can’t recall The color or shape of your eyes, I think they were hazel or maybe light speckled brown? Perhaps you […]Read More Who are you again?
I wasn’t ready for any of it, I’m still not ready for any of it, I don’t know if I ever will be ready for it. But I guess looking back, I was ready enough for it.Read More Things I wasn’t ready for
Am I supposed to miss you? I feel as if maybe I should, or maybe I should feel guilty. But I can not, I can not feel guilty or lost, I don’t know how to miss you anymore. I’ve thought about you a time or two, and some days you slip into my mind unnoticed […]Read More My brain and you.
With words strung together, hung together like pretty little twinkle lights; writers create the universe we have today they describe beauty, complexion, hardships, but they also create it all too. Us writers are creating the universe, shaping the universe, feeling it for all it’s worth imaginary and real.Read More The writer creates the universe.
“Life of time” You want to dance, But who has the time to spin on their toes? You want to drive, But who has the gas and the time to go anywhere? You want to cry, But who has the time to have red puffy eyes? You want to sing, But who has the time […]Read More Quick write poem 04/22/2017
of rain, of thoughts, of feelings, My body made of a flood of oxygen, blood, cells, neurons, and atoms. My mouth speaking of flood of words, letters, syllables, and phrases. My brain thinking a flood of thoughts, ideas ,and feelings. I’m a flood of it all. And floods can not be held, Can not […]Read More flood