I wander aimlessly around the facility,
Every so often passing by a door
Where wailing was audible from the hall.
The wailing I was supposed to ignore
Because the people behind the doors
Are “mislead and need redirection”
I do this every day,
Cherishing the short time
I was permitted release from my
“dorm room” where the mandatory hours
I spent in it were “just like boarding school”
They tell me I should
Think of this place as a
“Home away from home”
Maybe they’re afraid if I complain
The $9000 monthly check that
My mother sold her car to write
Won’t come in anymore.
I wish she didn’t waste her money
On some place supposed to
“Make [me] smile for the rest of my life”
Because after months here
I still feel numb,
And I still feel myself slipping farther away.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
Dress up in lace,
Get rid of the traces of
Your mother’s face.
Rearrange,
But it’s not your fault
Because beauty trends change.
Cut & Paste
At a faster pace
Because your ****** features
Are fake.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
I remember
Your laugh as we played on the
Monkey bars with the rising sun.
Your smile as we nibbled at
Melting ice cream.
Your sigh as the
Summer winds ruffled your hair.
We were only children,
We’re still only children.
So why are these memories
So far away?
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
Today
the sky tastes like
a tortilla.
A soggy wheat tortilla
that has sat
in the fridge
for days.
Slightly soggy
and old
with no flavor
or wonder.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
Most simply it is music
A bow gliding across
Silver metal strings.
The scroll lifting as my chest rises in breath,
The instrument seems to sing.
Multi-colored wood gleams in the glaring spotlights above,
Sound drifting lazily through the air,
Clouds of rosin dust fly as the notes progress
And the audience leans in with bated breath.
Love’s Sorrow finishes with a caressing whisper
And only the echo of a memory is left.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
You know those dreams where you're falling?
You try to grab on to something, anything to keep yourself aloft.
No matter how hard you try, you'll never best your nightmare.
And as you plummet towards agony,
You feel a moment of terror before knowing
That you'll wake up before you hit the ground.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
I cannot help but stop and look at bleeding scratches.
Do scratches make you shiver?
Do they?
I cannot help but stop and look at the permanent disfiguration.
Never forget the unending and indissoluble imperfection.
Do mistakes become forgotten?
Do they?
I don't believe that scars are small
Scars are big beyond belief.
Scars are capacious. Scars are largish.
Do scars last forever?
Do they?
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
You get on with life as an artist,
You're a hopeless human being.
And although you try your hardest,
You know you'll never stop seeing
Stains from your red acrylics.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Trimming the hem, watch the fabric fall,
Come one, come all,
Dress you up like a doll.
Come find something to wear,
Or just stop and stare
How sweet of you to care,
How brave of you to dare,
To call yourself my jailor.
Trimming at night,
My scissors take flight,
You're looking at the talented tailor.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Your skin is warm vanilla cake
For all the things you couldn't make.
Your eyes are sharp white mint,
For all the sights that came and went.
Your mouth is twisted red licorice
For all the times you've spouted gibberish.
Your nose is a cold cube of gum
For all the kisses that made me numb.
Your tongue is rich caramel toffee
For all the times we've shared a cup of coffee.
Your taste like is candy of cotton,
For all the times I've forgotten
How much I love you.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC