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 …
Tag Archives: life
After the world
I’m rewriting my past, And repaving my path To the future May habits no longer Hold me back. I am one of the lucky ones One of the ones who carries scars Like a name on a cross or a house Marks, on a humans skin Like shooting stars. I am not sorry this time …
Midwest Blues in June.
Living in the Midwest Was kind of like Having thanksgiving all year around, Casseroles at every funeral, reunion, celebration and/or solemnization, As they stand one and the same Grim faces in the wedding party and Parents trying to live vicariously through Children who don’t know any better Than to follow footsteps And to embrace their …
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 …
Secret to staying
Is there Some secret To staying That keeps itself At arms reach From me? Will I be running Forever? If the secret to staying Exists I’m begging to know. A secret to staying Sounds A little bit Drastic But I assure you It absolutely is. This is My entire life And I am afraid I …
Bloom:
I have a lot of growing to do: I stretch out to the sun I drink water I smile in the mirror I breathe: intentionally. I move, find rhythm, and stop losing the beat. I ponder a million things. For the first time in my life I know who I am. I feel strong, The …
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 …
Another way to describe hope
An airplane dives straight beneath the sun Like it thinks it is Icarus, I must have missed it Just in time To see Blue skies, And Airplane lines. The sun, Hanging higher Than it has at this hour before Like my head: Always in the clouds But right now A little too focused So as …
Creation: life
Right now life Is not A straight path And it takes time to Understand that. I know you will show me In time It is due To happen soon. I know I will garden. I know my hands were made for turning soil and growing things. I know I will paint. I know my hands …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 