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 …
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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 …
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 …
A love story confused for a horror story: the human deception
Can I recognize movement As something more than Predator/prey mentality? Recognize movement for the moment it is, being in the present, able to perceive more than just my own being. Is it possible? Yes. To truly rip from ones ego, Probable, no But I like my odds I always have And if it’s luck it’s …
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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 …
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 …
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, …
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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 …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 