Trigger warning: suicide When my dad committed suicide, I was thirteen years old. He didn’t write any notes, he was an alcoholic who frequently got in fights with my mom during drunken nights, threatened suicide, told her he couldn’t live without her. a stubborn and proud man, but by the end of the he night …
Category Archives: poetry
Self medicating:
Why is self medication So wrong Unless it’s meditation? Alcoholics with their bottles Me with my bong Do I draw a line at the needle? Do I write it out of my song? I haven’t touched one I won’t, But that doesn’t mean I don’t Feel the need To get higher To escape sometimes From …
Comes to still; the end.
The end looks so different from the beginning, But so parallel. In the spring we welcomed green growth, plants, people, life. Summer housed what I would call blooming, the greenest of green hues and laughter. Fall is a transition, harder than we have time to notice In all the hustle and bustle of life. We …
Shame, a poem.
Colonialism Runs through my veins Paints my skin White It makes me so angry That it took me So long to see I was blind. But I see it now, I’m a moth Drawn to Light. Tired Of the wrong I want to make it Right. My ancestors Didn’t know The difference Between Love And …
Scarlet’s bedroom quartAntine blues Station
Tw: quarantine, mental health I was reading a report about people in quarantine who are suffering a loss of themself. The writer said she didn’t think she’d ever be herself again. But personally? I feel more myself than ever before. I have used this time to mourn, and then say “enough” and begin to study, …
Continue reading “Scarlet’s bedroom quartAntine blues Station”
You are asleep and I…
I am a bird Figuratively not Literally In the way that I Both Love and hate To be bound To be caged. I am a bird Figuratively not literally In the way that I I long to stretch my wings To fly but the moment The cage opens I clip my own wings To stay …
God damn it is heavy.
I roll the joint between fingers with short, jagged nails. I’ve been biting them again Between Overeating And over thinking About the bottom of The bottle Sitting beside me. Is it survival still? Survival Or distraction? Or are they one in the same If we only focus On reality Do we lose our entire minds? …
dreaming pt 1
I will still live.
My light will carry me
Through oceans i will swim.
I’ll laugh in the valley of darkness
And I’ll dance across the cliffs.
Stormy like the Sea
Grey sky, stormy as the sea Will you come and stay long enough to leave Will you take a hold of me And sweep the rest away I’ll love you Like a lighthouse in her bay Loves the ocean beating on the shore He says “do it some more” Stormy grey sky like the sea …
Dreaming again
I had that dream again last night. You know the one. Where I’m trying to stop the bad guy from winning But I don’t know what he hasn’t won And I don’t know what he wants I know I have help I know I’m not alone But I know I’m also in a place That …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 