Taking Notes in English They said they liked high school fine, and at least no one died while they were there. My insides clenched and I thought of you, Andrew. Dead dead dead, kick the stone all you want but he can’t feel a thing. Cut me open, display my insides to the ceiling, snip … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Taking Notes in English
Average Grace Fingers pinch at the tips nerves scream nails scrape across rough wires voice strains on highs and lows muscles stiffen and burn neck aches no one I can see can hear me but my pain brings a circle of ghosts drawn to the history I share through song
Writer’s Torrent Slave to the keyboard, neck arched, wrists aching. Eyes closed, clickety-clack, a new story in the making. Take my heart and soul, twist my words into fire; burn black font up the page, my voracious literary sire. A violent mental tug of war frees the drip-drop patterned thoughts. Sticks and stones may break … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Writer’s Torrent
With mental illness, much of the healing process involves not comparing yourself to others.
Sometimes having depression feels like I have water inside of me, cold heavy water that sloshes around and makes me wonder if I am normal or if I matter or if I care. Those are the moments I stuff the earbuds in and get lost in Sufjan Stevens and Sarah McLachlan and Iron & Wine. … Continue reading Everything is Water
I didn't mean to fall in love with him, but I did. Things like that happen, I suppose, in this journey of life. Casualties of the heart, perhaps. Have you ever fallen in love with someone who doesn't love you back? I tell myself it's good for me. I tell myself this will help me … Continue reading A New Horizon
I'm surfing through my old word documents to find something inspirational that I can post on here, and I realize that I'm totally missing the point of my blog. I have this thing so I can write. It's supposed to be my outlet. Because I'm not working on a book right now, and because I … Continue reading Free Love