This a personal blog full of my original poetry. My reoccurring themes are commonly about depression, anxiety, grief and other controversial topics. Within each of my poems, I allow myself to become vulnerable while expressing personal experiences or ones of my friends or family.
they’re the only thing keeping you going. they help you forget that little corner of your brain that is drowning and suffocating and burning. they melt away the numb and paralyzing nights and make you feel alive. they give beauty and value new meanings. a lifetime of adventures, and stories, and in the moment moments are all you can see in the hues of their eyes.
-the fine line between hope and naïve
sometimes
i wait
for the clock
to strike
thirteen
like somehow
that
would explain
everything.
it is too dark to hide yet,
i embrace the darkness
and wonder if it can provide
a more comfortable home than my own.
music is captivating, yet
just beyond my reach
and i am wrapped in
noise polluting my atmosphere.
the fragrance you have left behind
has permeated me and although
i have torn my skin with hot water
i still feel your fingers
as graceful.
the fog on my tongue
tells me of better days
and better memories
lost in the haze
that i will never get back.
my hands are rough
and shattered
and scarred, yet
you wish to hold them closer
to your beating heart.
and i am undone by all of you.
i’m buried in self help books and a desperate
need to re-discover my sense of worth
words.
they invigorate my soul.
fragments that still the restlessness
of my heart.
how many times,
have survivors had to wield
a pen or paintbrush
because they couldn’t
wield a sword.
i can’t write
,or right
the wrong that is blanking
,paper white
in between the spaces
,my meek mind
of untouched skin
Not So Simple 