Hello World has the distinction of being the very first poem I ever wrote, circa 1997. hello world,what are you doing on my front step?guess it’s my turn to shine in the spotlighti don’t think i’m ready yet.i still have things to do here in my castlethat you wouldn’t understand.i’m perfectly fine on my own.and…
Unfriendly fountainAn ugly monster danceswhilst watching the time
It’s a life of tiny shards, make it pretty.Meat, rice, vegetables, fish, sugar, spice.Everything and nothing is nice.The culmination inside another wistful dream.Compartmentalized for a fleeting moment.Consumed like fire in a pit.Corrugated cardboard container.Sectioned off and in manageable pieces.Been ready to walk the road for years.Should have turned left at that last fork.Coasting through the…
This is the last beginning. I will not moveforward from here.Draw the line, straight andperfect, use the ink I bleed from my fingertips.Onto your skin, into your head, and out ofyour heart.Dig in and hold the line, retreat isnot an option.It’s too late.The light continues.Won’t you stop and listen to me?Manipulate the King and movethe…
Have you ever foundyourself talking butnot understanding whatyou were saying?Like it was all onautopilot? like yourskin is not your skin?Your lips were not yours?This is my life. Found this poem in my papers. This was borne out of a time where I merely existed but did not live. I wasn’t confident about the path I…
Sleep to forgetForget to sleepSleep to getSquare to sleepDeep in dreamsDreams aren’t deepSleep to dreamDreamless sleep
Sometimes I wonderWhat it feels likeTo be an inanimate object Do they dream when humans sleepDo they ponder mysteries of the deepDo they fall apart from a broken heartDo they write poetry for monthly projects Do their heads hurt from migrainesDo their legs throb from excruciating painDo the spider veins cause them to consider surgeryDo…
I know there’s a big world out thereI’m just a girl with striped underwear.I go to sleep every nightCreating lives I’ve never lived.I talk myself down from the dullness of lifeTo comfort me with the idea thatMy brain is the only one to take my gripes.No one wants me because I don’t want themI do…
The opposite of a kissis the thing you’d rather missIt’s the cut in your skinwhen you think you’re over himIt’s the hollow of a memorywhen you can’t let yourself beThe opposite of a kissis dreaming of another trystSo what do you do when it’s all a lie?Look yourself in the mirror, take a deep breath,and…
A small of a soulA symphony of scrapA scoop of stupidA smattering of syrupA scorch of sunshineA sash of silverA shell of a smileA slash of sadnessA shape of a starA star of the seaA stroke of skyA stab of snowA speck of a spotA spike of sentienceA sound of silenceA Song of SongsA science…
