Breathing is like pen to paper—like a paper plane flying with writing hidden inside a single page— Who will get the last say? Who will find the message left behind? Maybe it will land in the water and become a boat holding all the hope an entire ocean can hold— Maybe it will go its… Continue reading Paper Planes
This isn't what I asked for. I asked for freedom and confidence to open my hands and catch promises, But I feel crushed by a suffocating loneliness that bids me to go to bed. My eyes close and I let the darkness fall in on all sides, because I realize I am afraid of myself. I… Continue reading Suffocating
I have a block in my mind that weighs the rest of my body down Until I am buried beneath the ground Blinded by my apathy and self-doubt. The block causes build up in my brain with random strains of words That mean nothing-- It only cause my nerves to stay in the past tense of… Continue reading The Lack of
His touch grips the revolver in my mind and sets it off with a burst of color-- Drained to white As pain replaces the adrenaline and leaves me Wasted.
My heart is fractured by beating fists. Voices reach the inner workings of my body And push me to hide-- But darkness looks a lot like fear. I'm blindly moving through lost caverns Fighting for an answer-- But it isn't here.
I'm in love with a stranger. He is a painter. He paints in articulate words and vivid colors, And I find comfort in his unfamiliarity-- It captures my image of what bold should be-- Like the edges of his skin when I touch him-- But he stands behind a door without a number, And it… Continue reading Abstract Artist
My eyes hold the dark Like an open tomb My mouth cries out For someone to look at me— I hear the boards creak. I feel the walls crack As dust fills my nose And the floors shake Like an earthquake. Light crawls through the spaces And my body relaxes. I am not alone in… Continue reading You Found Me
I want us laughing over spilt coffee Shuffling through a deck of cards With our legs crossed. I want that piece of sky When last night becomes tomorrow morning And our clothes try to hide What we made in our memory. I want our feet to cross over The places that threatened our freedom. I… Continue reading That’s All I Want