Poetry Friday: Doubt

I recently found this post in my old drafts. I don't remember why I wrote it, but I like it. Doubt It depends on the day how I feel about us; about you. There are so many secret complications, internal struggles, that it's enough to make it all not worth it. Can I trust you? … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Doubt


“The List” or “I’d Like to Gnaw My Leg Off”

The engaged girl's eyelids droop with black goo, a flat smile taped on her mouth. She leans against her boy and determinedly suppresses her building scream of frustration as well-meaning women's words entrap her in a room of polite, civilized people. Conclusion: The only thing worse than a wedding shower is planning one. #ohlookmylegnomnomnom

Something Worth Waiting For

I didn't cry when he proposed to me, but I'm crying now. Looking at the pictures of the proposal, his perfect face glowing with happiness, fills me with an emotion so deep I didn't even know it existed. I don't know if it has a name. It involves the knowledge of how unbearable life has … Continue reading Something Worth Waiting For

TBT: “Day 1”

Throwback to a piece of unpublished writing I did in November 2014. P.S. It's super dark and it makes me sad that I used to be this human. So, trigger warning I guess? I’m writing this because I want to prove to myself that what is happening to me right now matters. I want to … Continue reading TBT: “Day 1”

Stay, life. Staaay… Good life!

I'm gone for a month and WordPress has already changed? Seriously? So this is what has been happening: I've been unduly anxious (I know you're all so shocked), mostly because I've been agonizing over complicated life crap, such as thinking of my future, certain church policy changes recently made public, and other such magical events. Not to … Continue reading Stay, life. Staaay… Good life!

Poetry Friday: White Ribbons

White Ribbons The white house on the corner, with lavender blooms tracing the fence till fall, where the little girl had worn her hair up, hiding behind her sharpened pencil. Worn her hair up, blonde curls in white ribbons. Molly read her fairytales in the treetops, dreaming of walnuts, and castles, and red trolleys. Sunlight … Continue reading Poetry Friday: White Ribbons

Poetry Friday: The Secret on My Lips

The Secret on My Lips I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine and weeks and months dissolve, and when the town’s asleep I tuck myself in bed but the secret on my lips is I can’t sleep It’s morning and I’m tired but empty so I write it out and soon I’ll curl in bed and … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Secret on My Lips