A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't

I went through one of the hardest
And worst situations in my life
Without anyone by my side
So don’t you dare tell me
I can’t do anything on my own

As we kissed
You traced
The shape of your lips with my tounge
And you did the same to me
Then they both met and
Danced
As we made forbidden love
I moan quietly
And a rush goes through me
To the cosmos.

I wish I could write about happier stuff.
About the good in the world.
And the beauty of life.
But I can't and that hurts.
Coz when I read my words
I only see pain
I wish I could see more than pain.

Love is water
Commonly found
Often filled with saltiness
Essential to life
Those who have it
Never long for it
Those who don’t
Die of thirst
Too much can **** you
You can’t hold on too tight
or it slips from your grasp
And critics say
love is fire

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.