I listen to its patrons' confessions and become the sinner.
Category: Poetry
A Whole
They arrive in paper bags, yellow boxes with pop-out pills.
Fog
last night I woke up shrouded in fog with a start I thought smoke some would say it was an omen no, the embodiment of my anxiety I rose, trying to see if the coffee was burning but with no luck, I went back to bed staring at the fog that did not exist staring at … Continue reading Fog
Why Not?
my jacket smells like smoke, and I smile, trying to remember when I could have worn it last. it has been so long since it was cold. I think back, and yeah, I knew you then. I wonder if I knew what was going to happen to us, and where I'd be, all those months … Continue reading Why Not?
(March 27, 2015)
The hardest part of forgiving others is forgiving yourself when you realize you blamed them for letting you be awful.
change
sometimes we need to do what we don't believe in to reach what we do. sometimes we need to compromise and change our minds to keep the peace. and sometimes, we need to stretch and ask ourselves why we disagree. i put on these pants knowing i feel conscientious because i am asking myself why that … Continue reading change
11-23-14
I want to be bare but at the same time I want to wear many layers layers so many you can no longer see my skin see my face see my tears I want to be free but at the same time I want to live a lie a lie so deep it forces a … Continue reading 11-23-14
But the Flowers
Flowers so tiny they scarcely seem to exist. A soft breeze bringing a slight chill. Birds huddled in trees, so loud, crying for attention. But the flowers. Ignore the trash, ignore The dead grass and decomposing fruit. Focus on the white snowdrops, The yellow daisies that dot the hill And sway in the wind … Continue reading But the Flowers
the violence of healing
I just want to share my world with you until our worlds collide in a violent venn diagram bleeding and sore and horrible and beautiful until we close our eyes and imagine a new world born a consensus of sorts and we open our mouths and speak new life a place unknown awakened in a … Continue reading the violence of healing
i tried to watch the sunrise
i tried to watch the sunrise because i woke up at 4:50am so i put on a shirt and some tight pants and stepped outside. it was cool there and breezy. a bird flew right across my face and the trees were alive with chirps and cheeps. i had no clue which way was east … Continue reading i tried to watch the sunrise