22 Sep

Sweeping it Under the Rug

He was talking to me about my rug He told me that all I do is sweep things under it I said I know. I said that I’d been wearing the same mask day in and day out without a thought to stop and breathe That I could feel everything under that rug growing...
23 Jul

Found (Part 1)

I was caught cheating You turned around and said nothing Walked away and left us there To think I woke up and told you that I loved you Only to turn around and stab you in the back How cruel of me to turn your world upside down I lied to you because I...
16 Jul

This Is Not A Love Poem

There are occasions when you feel, alive. Moments when the simplest gestures remind you of hope, when bleeding knees yield answers, when the inner voices die down the same way you wish to. These moments are precious. Waking up doesn’t feel like a suicide mission, loving doesn’t feel like a failing attempt at getting...
02 Jul

Sisyphus

I’ve got this teddy bear. It’s been in my room since we were 18. I bought it for you but you left town for first year before I could give it to you. So the bear just sat there. Waiting. I left home eventually too, leaving the bear alone in my room. Hundreds and...
26 Jun

Him

As she slept, her chest rising and falling too quickly, and then evenly, her body grew familiar to the air she breathed in. The front door made a soft ‘click’ as it closed, one foot dragged itself quietly behind, and then in front, of the other foot. She couldn’t see it, but his eyes...
19 Jun

Growing pains.

I live in a big city. You know, the usual… Tall buildings, bad traffic And dark heavy smoke in the air. I like Saturdays because I get to read. It reminds me of the last days with mother As I watched her take her last breath And that final squeeze before she left me....