This particular poem means a lot to me, because, as far as I know it was the last poem I … Continue Reading I Write Poetry, Weird.
The first thing I noticed was that I was sad. The second thing I noticed was that I was sick. The third thing I noticed was that I was funny.
And now, time for a poem and some random feeling spilling! FICTION You appeared to be verisimilar Now you’re unfamiliar … Continue Reading Fiction
DAYS ( I wrote this about nine years ago now but I still think it’s worth sharing despite its age. … Continue Reading Days
I often have a hard time keeping up with my “blog,” despite the fact that I consistently have numerous things … Continue Reading Life Is Oddly Difficult
(I feel like) Someone Else I used to think everything I ever felt Is out there being said better … Continue Reading Someone Else
He’d done this all before. He’d talk to the girls and boys, fathers and mothers. He’d get what he could and he’d eat them up. Like I said, he wasn’t a person and he was not human. He was something else. It was something much simpler than that
The crack in the walls made me visible again
In disbelief of it all, he was there
The lights were on, the camera rolling
You held it right where I was
I remember the first time I inquired about suicide, I was 7 or 8 years old. I still shared a room with my sister.