I am a mess. My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet. I feel the corners of my mouth move involuntarily When I look at you and see you smile.… Continue reading Messy
I am alone In the streets of a foreign city In the night when the people empty Out of this place I am not home In these pieces of broken places In my mind where I feel wasted and lose my days I find a bottle and let it fill me with dread and fear… Continue reading Alone
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
Depression: an absence of hope, filled with apathy, sitting in an empty house devoid of any colors or windows or doors. Sometimes I can hear a low rumbling drone, like a constant flow moving away from me, but I can't place it. I can't decipher or understand what this sound is, or where it is… Continue reading Left Behind
It’s raining and my mind Is a blur of blue and green And brown and black Sitting next to you, I watch the windows reflect The rain painting the panes, And take your hands to dance. I want to dance in the puddles Until the earth stains our clothes And covers our bodies. I smell… Continue reading Rainy Days
I have something to tell you, but I’m not sure how to say it. Are you happy? I want you to be happy, But I’m not sure what to do– I feel like I’m tiptoeing around shattered glass, Picking up stray pieces, Wondering where they came from. I want to tell you something, But I… Continue reading Are you Happy?
A poem I wrote during my Senior year of college. I am going home. I am leaving, but I hate saying good-bye. Good-byes are hard, and they aren't honest. You can't look someone in the eye and tell them it's good that you're leaving-- So here I am Standing-- Looking around at empty spaces, Thinking about the students… Continue reading My Campus Letter