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I keep a spine that bends toward fairness, and every time I straighten it, the doorway shrinks. "your disrespect borders apathy" dictations of trouble scribbled into me. In truth, I notice the weight placed on backs already tired, the hours that leak past daylight, the pay that never learns to grow. So I’m released again— another quiet box for...

How can you love when hate's all you've known? How can you arrive when the chance has flown? Love feels so distant, hard to comprehend; When words lose their melody, and rhythms won't blend. Without a guide to show you the way, Will you wander in circles, lost day after day? In a world without maps, where paths intertwine, How do you find...

The restless static in my head. Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late...

You made a comment today. And suddenly I was back— Not in a memory, But in a feeling I thought I’d outgrown. That room with too many voices, Too many eyes that never met mine, Only glanced, judged, And moved on. They never said I was too much. They didn’t have to. It was in the empty seat beside me, The way they shifted in shared silence, As if my...

i know the shape of your shadow better than my own it falls across magazines bus stops and my morning coffee you exist in loud and i exist in quiet between us is a velvet rope made of time zones and strangers who got there first i am a lyric you will never sing wrong because you will never sing it i keep it folded in my mouth like a...

A thousand miles or three, some distance more; Does it much matter so, or not at all? Each wave that comes a-lapping at her shore Shall whisper softly, echoing a call Of love; a feather 'neath the ocean's roar, Left lingering, to trace the sand so calm As would my fingers gently stroke her palm. More acrostic love-anguish, I'm afraid (same...

This will be the last day, so shed all the tears. All the tears you've held on for so long. This will be the last day, so listen to all the painful songs, ensuring rivers in your heart don't meander. Stay up late for the last time tonight, for you will only see early mornings and evenings from tomorrow. Pity yourself, pat yourself, console...