Category: Poetry
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New Years Resolutions
New year Same me Except maybe I’ll try on Different variations To see what fits I’ll stay me But a little extra Flashy me Clever me Chaotic me Maybe even soft and gooey me The year may be new But I am always me Beautiful me Authentically me Read more
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Ode To A Tiny Rubber Chicken
Tinier than tinyNot even an inchPerhaps a bit grimy‘Bout the size of a pinch With a body that’s yellow,Reddish orange on the tipsYou’re a cute clucky fellowWith cute clucky lips You hold quite a taleOf why you are dearFor ne’er does it failTo make me grin ear to ear It started in high schoolWith a Read more
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Freedom From This Place
I am free I really am free What will I do With my newfound wings? *** Where will they take me? How high can I fly? What glorious places I will visit! What a life to explore! Now that I am free *** The field will grow over Wildflowers and butterflies will flourish Where once Read more
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Peace Is Knowing I Can Take The Next Step
Is this what peace feels like? It’s quiet I’m not used to quiet The landmines are gone I finished digging them out The grass has yet to grow back There’s mud everywhere Digging isn’t neat It’s messy I can walk through the field now I think that is peace Read more
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It’s Not Only Suicide That Leaves Scars
I’ll never know how many times You were one thought away From ending it all My soul knows It was a thousand times too many Each time was a cry to be pulled back from the ledge Before you could jump I gladly gave my hand to you Each time you were on the ledge Read more
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Living in a War Zone
I live in a world of afters I don’t remember before Only the consequences I never asked for A war torn landscape Bomb shelled buildings Never fixed I’ve called this place home Doing my best To make it beautiful Praying it doesn’t collapse Lacking the know how to fix it Not knowing it needed fixing Read more
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Generational Trauma
You only knew a war zone too You were attacked directly Burying your pain In thousands of landmines You were able to stop the war But you forgot about the landmines I may not have been attacked directly The explosives I triggered were just as deadly Read more
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I’m Programmed to React Like a Three Year Old
Other people don’t have visceral reactions When their buttons are pushed They don’t have three year old reactions Overwhelming their logic Threatening to engulf them in a tsunami of pain I do I am battered daily by this wall of water When others only ripple Read more
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I Was Never Meant to be Tamed
I was not made to be less than In a world where less than is celebrated Less weight Less inches Less personality I was not designed to be cut away In a world where cutting away is the norm Words cut Punishment cuts Fitting into boxes cuts I was never meant to be tamed I Read more
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Skin Lines
Creases and scars Map my skin Every line Tells a story Short novellas of sharp pain Epic sagas etched over years Uniquely mine I have lived each line Experienced each tale A rich history written on my skin Read more