She begins to gather her hair,
making sure not to miss
a single fiery tendril and
secures the strands with
her favorite yellow hair tie
that she can wrap around
her thin stream of hair
nearly four times.
She’s afraid
The worn circlet of elastic
Might snap soon.
The widening yellow band
has known six years
of hairstyles:
the super high tail
worn while cheerleading
back in high school
that waved like a flag while
jumping in unison into the splits-
the tie off to the side
of the base of her neck
holding back her perfectly curled twists
for her first date with her
future husband-
the sensible low tail
that she wore to the job
she hated
as a librarian
because it was not what she wanted to do.
She wanted to write.
The glued in place up-do
She wore to her wedding.
Her mother cried
Because of how beautiful she looked.
The first time
he didn’t show
to the poetry reading
she worked
so hard to get into.
The late nights of
being tied in a messy, asymmetrical bun
when he claimed to be
working late
but she knew he was with someone else.
To now,
when she is leaving him
with her hair half up.
But as she gathers
her hair one last time,
the bind snaps.
Instead of searching for another
she decides
to let her tresses
flow, cascading down her back.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
We live in a society
Where the light of our phones
Is a constant companion
Where we have more Facebook friends
Than real friends
Where instead of helping one another
We’re too afraid to leave our self-absorbed bubble
For the sake of people’s opinions
We live in culture
Where everyone strives to be normal
Which just accounts for a lot of FAKE wannabes
When in reality we should be seeking who we really are
Instead of whom society wants us to be.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
Writing is a necessity
just like breathing
the words pulsing through my veins
screaming to be heard
the syllables crashing against my lungs
waiting to escape their confines
to meet their lover,
the paper.
Writing is necessity
just like breathing
without it,
I would be dead
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
Fear wraps its fiery tendrils around my lungs
until it's hard to breathe
My limbs shake uncontrollably like a leaf in a hurricane
My heart beats like a big base drum in a marching band
waiting
waiting for this sensation to disappear
The need to get out is overpowering
Then the panic that had completely engulfed me like a tidal wave
disappears just as quickly as it came
without a trace
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Breathing in the impenetrable silence of him
as the stars caress our cheeks
and the moon plays the song of our love
I know one thing
I am his
and he is mine
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
The sorrow
pierces my soul
one minute there
the next they were gone
I'm trying to remember them
as they were
and not how they are now
with their ice cold lips
and colorless flesh
the bullet hole in his vest
and the hole in her hat
and all the blood
at least they died in in each other's arms
feeling each other's warmth
as the music played on
not knowing this would be their
last dance
The murderer with his sleek black hat
approached as the music blared on
then the gun shot rang
and the lovers fell
and then silence fell upon the night
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
Slipping and sliding
the last fragments of my hopes and dreams
screaming and writhing
SHATTERED
The need to escape is overpowering
There's no room for second chances
only mistakes
Screaming and writhing
writhing and screaming
loud enough to fill an entire concert hall
fading until
SILENCE
Then all that remains are the
SCARS
Scars of the past that resurface at anytime
Scars of past dreams
Scars of times long forgotten
Scars that will haunt me forever
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
You are my sweet addiction
just one touch can set me on fire
and make my world come crashing down
you help me
and you hinder me
you make me stronger
but at the same time
I'm weak
I can't imagine my life without you
but at the same time
I need to get free
and yet you saved me
saved me from myself
but I'm ready
ready to get out
but I know only you understand me
and in the end you will be the only person to care
when no one else does
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC