I still cry sometimes when I think of you.When I wrote the email. When I signed the deal.You’ve never let me settle. Never let me see myself as less than we both knew I was.I still wish to share my wins with you.To see your face light up when I share the good news.Hear you … More Good isnt Good Enough
I did not invite them in.They have transcended space and time, And here they are; who let them in? This house is not a home,But I have nowhere else to roam. They have set up shop!In my living room, bedroom, dining room —I am fed up! This must stop! This house is not a home, But I … More This house is not a home
I am a person I breathe I have feelingsI have a life But to you I’m a dollA play thingSomething you deal with until you get tired of it Why even pick me up in the first place?Why not just leave me in my box with my pretty clothes and accessories?I was doing fine and … More Leave me in this box.
I have been trying to write a poem about love all February and it just was not working. I was not inspired, I couldn’t tap into any old emotions, nothing. Then I started to think about the love I feel when I can sit with people in silence and just enjoy their presence. I thought … More An Ode to Friendship
She feels safe with his guns. If she feels protected by the guns how often do these unwanted moments come into play?‘ Ya know, for the gun to be activated. Between those times, who’s protecting whom? Her feeling protected by the guns… Now, what if you take the guns away?Will she still feel protected… Now, l … More Bang Bang
On your darkest daysand on the dayswhere you are not toofond of yourselfjust remember.You are not alone. On the dayswhere youbeat yourself upfor loving someonewho treated you like shit. The times that you contemplategoing back to them.Just for a second.Just for a penisjust for a hug just to avoid being lonely.You are not alone. I let … More For Ash
Painted upon her empty canvas Used me to get her advances. I was lost she made me feel found She was distressed but I made her sound. We were going through the motions But I guess I’ll toss my love to the ocean: Ancestors, ancestors hear my plea Please send a woman who’ll love me.
Trapped in a bubble “protected.”My own fears are leaving me neglected.Why do these walls come up once the emotions come out?What am I afraid of?I’m alone.Not because there is no desire for my company.But because company can break my heart.Abandon me.Love me one day and ridicule me the next.I want love just as much as … More SAFETY NET
Clawed hands grasp at the ceiling. Why are the hands here? What does it mean? Death’s claws? I know what makes that image. I know there is a flower on the other end shining in the light. I know what created this image, so why all this fright? It was fear. I was told that … More Paradigm Shift
If I could give you something priceless for Christmas it would be to hold yourself the way you want a woman to hold you. And be good to yourself that way. To tell yourself all the things you want to hear from a woman. For those voices be your new voice. Your mom’s All the … More The Lost Man
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