A woman who rose
From ash and fire
Is the storm
To wash away flames
Her clouds are miles high
Where her head lies
She is strong
But still
She rains.
She will peel the layers of herself
And the the land
To make anew fertile home
For her children to grow
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
I should be sleeping right now,
I should be dreaming right now,
I should be dead right now,
But I missed you.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
They first appear
With two clicks of my lamp
I invite the darkness seeping from my windows
Covered in a lazy blanket
I lay on my side, watching the lifeless room
Restless, but all the same exhausted
From the ***** laundry and the memories I keep
One stares harmlessly
My lungs began screaming and wheezing
My heart and brain nearly fried
My muscles frozen in sweat
One easily becomes many
Soon, every corner of my room glares back at me
I press my eyes close and pray for sleep
But their hot breath runs down my neck
And peels my eyelids apart, squeezing my chest
Forcing out a stuttering sigh
I have no choice
Click click
My lamp peirces through each monster
Until I can fight them on my own
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC
I've got a bad case of brain fog
Maybe you should call it brain smog
Because I've got all sorts of bad thoughts
Diluting my air
And spilling into the words that I speak to you
Oh god, please hear me
You should fear me
Because soon you'll be coughing up your lungs
Don't come near me
I'll be climbing up your atmosphere
Burning up the hearts of your daughter's
Corrupting the thoughts of the
Poofy goofy white clouds of childhood
I've got brain smog
Don't let me hurt you
Quick clean up your mistake
Before mother sees the blood upon the bathroom floor
Hurry she's knocking on the door
She already knows you're a ***** *****
I've got brain smog
Look at you, you pathetic dog
You don't know how to unclog
The nasty case of brain smog
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
I’m confined
Inclosed
Imprisoned
Constrained
Pent up in a cage
Just big enough for your spirit,
Me,
And a tiny computer desk
Inside a tiny room
Cluttered with papers and lost, rejected ideas
Trash and old cigarette buds
A room inside a tiny house that looks bigger from the outside
A house that holds a tiny, little, broken, family
A house in a little town
In a little county
In a little state
In a little country
That's torn itself apart bit by bit
In a world that's separated themselves
From others
Based on just the color of other’s skin
The way they dress
How they hold themself when they walk
A world dotted with little girls slashing both wrists
And little boys hiding their tears
In a world where there is only love in public
But bitterness biting us from within the shadows
And in our own minds
I’m confined
Inclosed
Imprisoned
Constrained
In a tiny room
Because I can’t stand
To see you cry
To see you suffering, and crying out for help
So I stay in my box
My box
I shall stay
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
I don’t like food.
I don't like the way it makes me feel.
Bloated and fat, and all your eyes seem to stab me.
It makes me
Anxious
Uneasy
Insecure
Ugly
But I come crawling back for more every time
Please just let me starve
Please just give me the strength to push
My finger
A few
millimeters
Further
Into my throat
I’m sorry that I have to survive
I’m sorry I must perform such an
Ugly
Task in front of you
But I am human
And we have to eat.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
Her words shot me like bullets, but the adrenaline forced me ignore it. Her eyes like daggers, her hands shaking violently, as she mercilessly watched me bleed out. The screaming bullets paralyzed me, and I stood for an eternity, watching her eyes fill with tears. Then there a was silence.
Was the war over?
Or had it only just begun?
What was her next move?
Should I stay?
Or should I tuck my tail and run?
She quietly pointed to the door, offering me a retreat. I stared blankly, my weapons empty on ammo. The only thing I had left were bandages, and an open wound.
She slid down, and screamed for a medic. I sat beside her. I patiently handed her a peace treaty, that boldly stated:
“Divorce”.
She signed it quietly.
I signed it quietly.
And the war for love, was done.
And now I notice that no matter peacetime or wartime, the battle scars will ache. The memories will creep up your spine and attack. Yet, no matter what, we are all mindless soldiers in a silly fight for love.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
My puppy loves to run,
My puppy loves to play,
My puppy is tons of fun,
My puppy does this all day.
My puppy loves to fetch
My puppy loves to slobber
Throw a bone, he’ll catch
My puppy has even stopped a robber!
My puppy loves to run,
My puppy loves to play,
Then his fur turned grey,
And he died last May.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
My eyes flickered to the left, but swiftly returned back to the blank page. Crickets droned on outside, urging me to do something.
Anything.
“Write of great princes and stunningly beautiful maidens" they chirped.
“No," I rejected the thought immediately, "That's much to chilchè"
“Well, why not draw a romantic sunset, covered in a blanket of pink clouds?" they suggested.
“No," I said once more, “ A romantic sunset deserves color, and I have none to give."
“Perhaps scribble down a poem about stars, and all they do?"
“Stars?" I asked, “All stars do, is fall. It seems my efforts are hopeless, friends." I pushed the paper aside.
“Now, now," Squeaked the crickets, “We mustn't lose hope. How about a sketching a crying child in the rain?"
“No, that won't do," I whispered to them “Now please, keep it down."
“Oh, yes." said the crickets “But wait here, we will be back."
“Where are you going?" I asked, but with no response. The crickets had hopped away.
---
“Hello Claire.” A mouse greeted me.
“Oh, hello mouse. I’m glad you have visited, but why have you come?” I pet between her ears.
“The crickets sent me to help.” She stated.
“The crickets?” I asked, “But this was supposed to be secret…” I said under my breath.
“Yes, yes.” The mouse rolled her eyes and smiled at me, “This will remain unknown, trust me.”
“Thank you mouse.” I turned back to the paper, “What do you suggest?”
“Hmm…” The mouse paused for a moment of thought. “Draw a world so small, it fits on a page.”
“No,” I repeated, “That's much to distant.”
“Very well.” The mouse squeaked, “Why not write a story about true love?”
“No,” I recited “A story like that deserve love, and I have not to give.”
“Alright, alright.” said the mouse, annoyed, “Oh, how about a poem about hope?”
I sighed. “All hopes do, is die. This effort is worthless mouse.”
“Come now, don’t give in.” The mouse encouraged, “Um… Maybe a tall tale? About a silly girl with pigtails?”
“No, that won’t do,” I whispered, “Now please, quiet down!”
“Stop being paranoid,” said the mouse, “now stay here, I’ll be back.”
“No mouse!” I called out, “Where are you going?” I turned to reach for her, but she was gone.
---
“Hello Claire.” A crow perched mightily on my windowsill.
“Oh, well hello doctor.” I greeted him politely. “What brings you here this evening?”
“The mouse sent me.” The crow cawed.
“Mouse?” I whispered to myself, wondering how long this had to go on.
“Now then, I like to keep things short, so let's get to work.” the crow said with soulless eyes.
“A-alright then sir.” I whimpered, with a sense of pity. “What do you suggest?”
“Write a story about far off lands with world peace.” He droned.
“No, that's much to unrealistic.”
“Very well,” He adjusted his foot balance. “Draw a series of spectacular places.”
I shook my head, “But doctor, that deserves accuracy, and I have none to give.”
“Hmph” The crow grumbled, “Write a poem about birds, and how we are so free.” He boasted.
“All birds do, is fly.” I said, looking hopelessly at my blank paper.
“Than perhaps write about how foolish you are.” He spat, and flew away.
“No, Doctor!” I stood and leaned out the window, “But I need help!” I cried, but he had flown too far to hear me.
---
“How are you Claire?” A cat creeped in the room.
“Oh, hello cat.” I sat back down at my desk. “I’m doing well, other than my very blank paper.” I sighed.
“How unfortunate.” The cat stretched out across the floor. “Would you like my help?”
“Oh yes, if you don’t mind.” I steadied myself in my chair.
“Alright.” The cat said, “Have you tried seeing something inspiring?”
“Something inspiring?” I shook my head, “I don’t know anything that would look inspiring.”
“Well.” Cat began to lick his tail, “ Have you tried listening to something beautiful?”
“Something beautiful?” I asked, “I don’t know anything that would sound beautiful.”
“Alright” The cat looked confused, “Um, what about smelling something good?”
“Something good?” I looked down, “I don’t know anything that would smell good.”
“Strange.” The cat stood, “Then why not leave the paper blank?” The cat said, leaving the room.
“Nothing at all?” I looked to the cat, but he was gone. “That’s not a bad idea…” I said, leaving the room.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC