She stands in the sun Proudly displaying her branches and leaves But one of her branches is sick It has to be cut off so she can live   We cut off the sick branch And as if by a miracle She has grown her remaining branches In the space the sick branch used to…

This list is ugly. This list is all my frustrations. I’m so frustrated I’m shaking. I’m shaking like I’m traumatized. I’m not. I think. Possibly.   My hair is longer, I am smarter, and I’m more beautiful. Ever since I walked away from you it’s felt like my hair is growing faster. Maybe it’s because…

People talking, not to you People looking, not to you People laughing, not with you People hugging, not to you People hate you, to you People don’t care about you They already have enough friends You are always going to be alone  Only talking to one person, all your life  You want people talking to…

There exists on Earth A hole deeper than Hell A hole carved by the masses Carved for the dead to dwell   And so, Life continues And those who don’t Slip   Slipping down a hill of People Sliding down the hole Falling to their hell   And in hell lies torture A pain unknown…

Your thoughts flow like waves in the ocean New waves every second, every minute, every hour Rushing waters; rushing thoughts  Rushing time that’s rarely still   You told me you never cry And that made me cry for you I keep you in my dreams at night And in my thoughts during day  You’re there…

Like the first fall of leaf Or the first drop of snow Cry deep into the sorrow of something that’s missing Mislead into a light that’s darker than a seed in soil ‘Sprout kinder than that’ as I’m told   The world blooms against the tides The moon shifts the tides backwards Swallow the sun…

The sky has fallen onto the porch And the world had begun its rampage Tears of something empty drop like sticks on drums And the somber sky now plays it’s melodies   Flashes of silver cause cries of gold; The performance has now begun Shooshes of air drift over one’s lips And the unplayable harp…

Having a body is such a strange thing, The moment you become aware- Of your soul’s vessel; There is much more to consider. In youth we move freely; As we’re older we contain the creativity, That yearns to burst free. As dancers our bodies are used to communicate, But so often we scold and reprimand,…

Oh how I’ve waited for this day to come, no more crawling and mulling around for scraps! To have somewhere I can call home. Yes! A home! How that word fills me with joy. To have somewhere I can belong, where friends and family await with bated breath for my return. Each room filled with…

It’s not a lot, this house doesn’t need many decorations. just one strand of lights the big colorful glass bulbs (Red, blue, orange, yellow, green) glow in the plunging darkness of a cold Wyoming night the green cord, a yuletide snake, winds itself along the handrail illuminating a way to the big green door, a…

I love Silence. Silence is forgiving, She does not judge, or pressure or command I can be myself with Silence, She is my friend many people fear Her, despise Her, chase Her away I invite Her in, comfort Her, as she comforts me sometimes She disappears and i have to find Her She likes to…

Universalizability, apply to all  Mind and body  Significance of existence  life? Death? Waves of constant uncertainty  I see you, I know you are there, Always , do I let you swallow me whole Drag me, further down into the abyss,  Or are you able to be kept at arm’s length  Am I too late, Will…

I always felt that summer was something to be endured. The entire season felt like the hop-skip of bare feet on blistering concrete, waiting  to jump into the cooling depths of the pool. I met you in the height of it, in the hottest stretch of weeks, when the temperature made the city bend and…

I hath traded my blood for valor, My bones for hunger, my heart for courage, My lungs for fervor, my guts for rage, My mind for power. All that now remains Is soul, sword, shield, spattered guts of foe. Though battered heart ceases, and lungs now vacant Soul be my savior. The Valkyries raise me,…

Frayed edges of passion, worn out and thin, echoes of exhaustion in each weary grin. Lectures and deadlines, a relentless tide. In the sea of burnout, emotions collide. Now dimmed and strained, in the pursuit of success, oh what curse has remained. Fatigue paints shadows on determined faces, as burnout tightens its suffocating embraces.

My heart did not come from the rib of a man but from the womb of a grieving girl Thick as velvet, warm like blood young, naive visions of love:   the sun is wide-eyed tangled in sheets there’s a choir in my chest.   Crickets mock me with their symphonies presenting the antithesis of…

I await that breeze, Coming from the West sunset, When it brushes right. Mine own place rings hot, But the home is oh so cold. Hath I sucked the air? Love, it doth consume. If He consumes as fire, Is love then our Lord? Breaketh His body. Let thy blood poureth out now, My sins…

There once was a boy, so brave and so true, But sadly, he was loved by few. He had no family, no friends to call his own, And he often felt like he was all alone.   But he never let that get him down, And he never wore a single frown. For he knew…

Pass on Grandpa’s legacy, you say With Grandpa gone, memories and stories fade Great Grandchildren meet as babes Relationships lacking living history made   Pass on Grandpa’s legacy, you say Grandpa told enchanting stories with such jazz to his grandchildren about generations past. How will I tell his story with as much pizzazz? Pass on…

Not only funny, he is smart Kind, loyal and family glue The first to cradle a broken heart This wittiest boy I ever knew.   He lives in fear of boredom Even through a bout of the flu He can’t stand a life of ho-hum This wittiest boy I ever knew.   At first he…

Amidst the warm summer days, we find ourselves nestled in the shade, sharing laughter with a dear friend. The sweet, crisp lemonade cools our senses as ice floats playfully within the glass. A gentle breeze caresses our skin, causing leaves to dance gracefully around us.   In the distance the joyful giggles of children at…

Red, blue, and gold are the colors of the bold The few, the proud, not just a part of the crowd. Choosing to lose one’s freedom, So that others can have theirs.  From completing all the chores while wearing this uniform Live in a dorm with 3 other people who call themselves leathernecks Everyone hit…

You slowed me down No one ever could You grounded me No one ever could You taught me intimacy No one ever could You kissed me for hours No one ever could Because of you my soul is forever changed Shared a love I never thought I could

Cross bags, mini vans Lunchboxes, dinner plans Mama Band-Aids, soccer games, Parent-teacher conferences, dirty hands Mama Pinching backs, tying shoes, Mending hearts, teaching love Mama

Red collar hanging above the dashboard,  A mere remnant of a family dog adored. Junger was a noble canine and gave heartfelt embraces, Until cancer came through and silenced his song.   A German shepherd once youthful and sleek, Eager to protect with charcoal fur shining, Quickly deteriorated into a grapefruit sized tumor, Rotted teeth,…

Before this otherness in him blooms, he had hardly known it was there or perhaps he had not wanted to look. Now, though, he could admit, that in moments, small, and unguarded, he had felt it lapping, -quiet, but insistent, against his shore Some instinct had always made him turn away, had made him lean…

It surrounds me in its cold embrace. Pulling me this way and that way All the while lapping at my face Crashing around me pulling farther and farther away.   Guiding me to a quiet place Floating gently upon the waves Waves rippling over me  Dragging me into the bottomless abyss.   Below the surface…

Content Warning for self-harm. If you are experiencing a mental health crisis, thoughts of self-harm, or other emotional distress, please call the 988 crisis line for support.   She loved her black dress and red heals   She loved to dance, and he knew that  They were always in sync, and she liked that  He spun…

Dear Diary, How do I tell him I love him?  How do I tell him I should have said yes to his marriage proposal? How do I tell him I made a mistake? I didn’t mean to hurt him.   Dear Diary, How do I tell him it’s not too late? How do I tell…