#blurb
Dependency. A cruel fate for a young millennial.
In this country, karma means nothing
Ethics are fiction, as I've found out.
Relying on the manipulative rich man.
He's different for everyone.
Where do you get your checks from?
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
In my memories you were so pretty the first day we met. I immediately noticed your smile as you were in awe of my team performing. I noticed your eyes as you kept your gaze trained to me.
What was it about me that kept you fixated?
I know my long hair made me look like a dork, but it wasn't too different.
So what drew you towards me?
If I ever go back and ask you, would you even remember?
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
The Silhouetted buildings peak
through the clouds, obscured
across the river, a city shivers
on a cold New York morning.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC
I'm anti-attachment
and I cant help that
I'm a hardback book bound tight-
Always on the rewrite
every word placed right
because it's so important;
that you read me right;
that you see things right;
undress your mind for me
under the right light
because
God above
I don't want tears tonight
if I tell you it's not serious
or when I make you work or wait
it's obviously worth the work
and even more than worth your wait.
I don't like games
I play it straight;
you're either with it
or you ain't.
So if you do not like the blurb
don't bother reading my first page.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
I Am Comprised
Not of stars
Or of seas
Or of trees
But of leaves
Because I fade
And will Fall
To these
Winter winds
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
*When you look at the body,
you can see his work.
And when you investigate your own work,
you should see his work.
And if you can see nothing else,
in the kindness, see worth.
And when you see the next failure,
see him quietly at work.
Because we have no room for ego next to him.
And nothing is small enough to stand beside.*
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
From the soul backed to the precipice of a life never changing,
Through the crest of an almond shape and cascading over an apple fullness,
Fall the tiny tributes of hopelessness;
Until she is offered
Tulips for her tears.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
Gawd...
Frost is so good.
Gawd...
Cummings is so good.
Gawd...
Dunbar is so good.
Gawd...
Field is so good.
God, am I
Any good?
Gawd...
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
The mountains and the valleys, the rivers and streams of my childhood call out to me and tell me to return to them and swim again, down below the underneath.
My father loved the meadows. Loves the wildness and the wilderness and the winters growth which is yet to be seen, in both the deer and the withering trees.
And part of me remembers still. Because part of him will always be me.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Okay, let's be profound for a second, let's be cheesy, sappy, gross or whatever you want to call it for just a second. Because it's better to have it out there then to bottle it all up inside of yourself.
Do you feel?
I try to, in the shower. I attempt to feel something, anything, so I take off my glasses, and I turn the water temperature to boiling. And I just stand there, hot water streaming down my back, trying to feel something. I guess I do, I feel the heat radiating off my back, I feel the cold when I step away. But I don't feel.
When I take off my glasses, all I can see are blobs of color, sometimes I prefer that to the world I see through my glasses, here, everything is whatever you want it to be, you can see a mixture of blues and reds and you don't have to just assume it's a balled up sheet. It can be anything you want it to be.
So when I take off my glasses in the shower I hope to be transported to this realm, but I don't. I stay, where the walls are white and shampoo bottles line the shelves. I stay in the place where I can't have creativity, where I don't feel like anything.
Do you ever think to yourself, I exist, try it sometime. I acknowledge that I exist as a person, I exist, but for what purpose? Will you find that purpose with another human being? With an animal? With a job? Who knows. I just hope that I find mine soon. Because standing in the shower, hot water pouring down onto my body, I think of this, I think, is this what I'm supposed to be doing? Is this what I'm meant to be? Someone who tries desperately to cling onto people, someone who hates sharing her friends because I am scared they will run away, someone who can't trust her best friend not to leave just like the other ones who stole the label best friend has. Someone who doesn't think she is good enough for anyone.
Since I can't feel anything don't you think that I should be a thrill seeker, I'm the absolute opposite, I've tried stuff like that before, it doesn't help, it just makes people worry, makes people judge, I don't like that. The only time I think I feel something is when I'm in the shower or reading. Reading is my escape, I go into someone else, I see what they see I finally feel. People think it is weird that I don't think when I read. It's because I Feel when I read.
I don't enjoy reading in between the lines while enjoying a good book, I Like to just go with what the author is attempting to get across. When I do this, I feel something. Even if it's a fake rush of adrenaline, or anxiety because of something a character did in a book. I still feel something.
Do you feel?
I try to, in the shower.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 12:01 AM UTC
*If I could carry you between my ears
Record my thoughts, my mind, my ways
For an entire day
I would do so without hesitance
And send them your way
Just as I write
That way I wouldn’t have to explain and tell you so
In that particular way*
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
After writing like this for many years
As a poet-try
You cannot help but grow a good bit
Like a poet-tree
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
**One mug- earth
2 tablespoons Cocoa mix- people
1 cup boiled water- society
1 mini marshmallow- me**
1. Place the mix inside of the mug.
2. Pour the water into the mug, and mix it until the cocoa is completely dissolved.
3. Drop in the marshmallow, and continuously dunk it into the scorching hot water until it dissolves.
4. Enjoy perfection!
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
Letting the water rush around my ankles,
I whisper your name to the seafoam.
I roll my tongue around each syllable,
as if enunciation alone could draw
fate lines between us.
The water recedes,
and takes with it my breath.
I see now that the ocean is what taught you
to leave me gasping for air.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
Blank pages are the most aggravating aspect of writing. A dead tree, defiled by human interest, can apparently taunt quite well. I want to shred it--to rip it and throw it away. My carnal urge is to destroy possibility. But why? Fear. Waste. Boredom. Ongoing projects are boon to my blank pages. That's why all of my blocks of thought begin so atrociously.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Faceless patients forgetting their patience
How does this computer work?
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Time is a manmade tool used to motivate efficiency
A prop for urgency
We need not stress ourselves out
Time is infinite not allotted or allowed
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC