Poetry

The silent nights drape themselves around me slowly engulfing me in a chokehold as I drift away into a hallway its walls adorned with my mistakes I stand in front of each display, trying to interpret how I have managed to disappoint everyone who has ever loved me At the end of the hallway, I see a portrait a list of my dreams as a kid with...

Sadness isn’t always obvious. Sometimes it shows up quietly, more like a fading feeling than something sharp. It can feel heavy, or just kind of hollow, like there’s a gap where something used to be, even if you can’t quite explain it. It has a way of making you slow down and pay attention. To what hurts, to what’s missing, or to things that...

I sat in the back seat of the car. We drove in silence… I think. Or maybe I was too lost inside my own head to hear anything at all. All I remember is negotiating. With God. With reality. With the universe. Begging it— to let you stay, to take me instead. I kept pinching myself, again and again, trying to wake up from what had to be a...

Goodbye my old friend, You’ve slowed in your old age You should know, your openness and creativity Helped break me from my cage I may be the only one who visits you now But I hope you wake up Some way, some how, If anyone reads this You’re in the right place Please come here often And quicken my friend’s pace Thank you to all who’ve come and...

Perhaps it is normal, to feel lonely — life’s usual silence pressing in. To grieve in it is only to admit we are human. To drown in it is to punish ourselves for sins we have not done. Loneliness shadows the single, watching peers find love, their names called often. But lonelier still, to sit in company and feel unseen, to wish for solitude...

(This is meant as an experiment. I'm trying to adopt a more contemporary poetry style, and I want to get really good at it. I hope you'll be able to find something pleasant in this poem.) Hunger screamed like an angry saxophone. You couldn't keep your cool, the cake as flashy as a neon flamingo. An apple wouldn't fool it. Water couldn't drown...

love never meant protection— at least not your kind. you showed no tremor of remorse when your hands gripped my skin; not to shield, not to love, but to punish. I still taste the question on my tongue: why choose me if everything about me— my laugh, my voice, the sight of me breathing— made you seethe? was I dragging you to your worst, or just...

Sitting working, bringing bacon While others are stealing, faking, They mostly hate me saying “You make us look bad.” As they cling to each passing fad I will stay who I am Working, helping, as best I can Some day I will earn my place And be good enough not to Shove it in their face.

I try to explain the things that I say What they mean in a particular way But with my condition of ADHD i say something, that no one can see Your wrong they say with your bad attitude Your selfish, narcissistic and really quite rude I don't like what say cause I feel it's not me But she keeps on pushing, it's you not me Im at my wits end with...

Sleep they say organizes the novel things through dreams we process random information and wake up then thought free my head’s so full of new things it learned can't wait to go to sleep but god I just woke up

The day then dawned and I then drove having dropped them off I hid from the Sun on my way back and there’s silence then there’s boredom then there’s an urge to pull, to push, to sway to dissolve this solid heart in the calming, frothing waves so I write

People from every walk of life Minds entrenched in their window to the world Absorbing information of all kinds, Meanwhile, realities of beauty and strife Glide past those with digital lives unfurled As they search for the lines of truth and fiction Tunnel vision in three by five Imaginations barely alive No need to think It tells us what to...