Category Archives: poetry

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

sad stanzas

I was happy, and I just got sad again
hit me like a thunderstorm
Surprised by round, wet, rain drops
puddles rising up and flooding my feet

I’m slipping, or fearful of it
When I feel Joy I end up just waiting
for it to leave
It’s been a few weeks now, a long
month or so, and I’ve have this unshakable contentedness
but when will it loosen its grip?

sad stanzas

I was happy, and I just got sad again
hit me like a thunderstorm
Surprised by round, wet, rain drops
puddles rising up and flooding my feet

I’m slipping, or fearful of it
When I feel Joy I end up just waiting
for it to leave
It’s been a few weeks now, a long
month or so, and I’ve have this unshakable contentedness
but when will it loosen its grip?

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Not a Draft

My own body had to stop me, time has been moving too quickly hours feel like minutes, and before I know it they are gone You are gone now And it’s odd now Stepping through reality like a daydream, there’s

Not a Draft

My own body had to stop me, time has been moving too quickly hours feel like minutes, and before I know it they are gone You are gone now And it’s odd now Stepping through reality like a daydream, there’s

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

years later

let my heart rest, although time runs through my fingers like liquid, or grains of sand although each moment gains momentum and my whole soul weighs heavy at the sound of silence, or the sound of her voice (I am

years later

let my heart rest, although time runs through my fingers like liquid, or grains of sand although each moment gains momentum and my whole soul weighs heavy at the sound of silence, or the sound of her voice (I am

Look Back

never thought it was a good idea to Look Back I’ve always known not to do it, I learned this when I was twelve and the outside was getting soaked and I knew it then that this place was not

Look Back

never thought it was a good idea to Look Back I’ve always known not to do it, I learned this when I was twelve and the outside was getting soaked and I knew it then that this place was not

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

Sick Of’s

  I’ve gotten in the terrible habit of Determining my self-worth depending on the collection of feelings from that day It turns into a stampede of pleas of ‘I’m Tired’s and ‘I am Sick Of’s I’m tired and sick of myself,

Sick Of’s

  I’ve gotten in the terrible habit of Determining my self-worth depending on the collection of feelings from that day It turns into a stampede of pleas of ‘I’m Tired’s and ‘I am Sick Of’s I’m tired and sick of myself,

In the light

I am often entirely caught up in the present anticipation of the next moment, signaling my emotions, intentionally letting my heart get a head start on what is to come this idea of preparation started the second I realized my

In the light

I am often entirely caught up in the present anticipation of the next moment, signaling my emotions, intentionally letting my heart get a head start on what is to come this idea of preparation started the second I realized my

centuries-old

oh my, my head is spinning in circles my sanity splitting at the seams how is it that I am caught off guard by horror stories from centuries Ago, I am still in shock by the state of this world

centuries-old

oh my, my head is spinning in circles my sanity splitting at the seams how is it that I am caught off guard by horror stories from centuries Ago, I am still in shock by the state of this world

acidic sentiment

It is like a nerve, slightly twisted then applied with pounds of pressure and an acidic outpouring of sentiment I stand tall only when I keep walking the second I’m still I’ll fall to the ground It’s like a form

acidic sentiment

It is like a nerve, slightly twisted then applied with pounds of pressure and an acidic outpouring of sentiment I stand tall only when I keep walking the second I’m still I’ll fall to the ground It’s like a form

hands tied

It doesn’t help that I’ve got my hands tied behind my back, and my heart cradled in the mouth of a hot oven some days I see myself exhorting daydreams into false tangibility often resulting with a swift slap to

hands tied

It doesn’t help that I’ve got my hands tied behind my back, and my heart cradled in the mouth of a hot oven some days I see myself exhorting daydreams into false tangibility often resulting with a swift slap to

lament II

I began to stretch out my lungs in a capacity to scream at God I was to write down every insecurity I have in this faith and then in those declarations He was to respond with gracious wisdom and insight,

lament II

I began to stretch out my lungs in a capacity to scream at God I was to write down every insecurity I have in this faith and then in those declarations He was to respond with gracious wisdom and insight,

Held Together

Things got all twisted up all of the sudden, you see there is so much pressure impending upon the New Year It’s like I had everything straight one second, two strings next to each other, pulled tight at an angle

Held Together

Things got all twisted up all of the sudden, you see there is so much pressure impending upon the New Year It’s like I had everything straight one second, two strings next to each other, pulled tight at an angle

delay

What to do when your brain echoes “empty, empty, empty” What to output when internally you’re finding a distant memory on repeat I promised myself that I would no longer speak of you That your name, if said at all,

delay

What to do when your brain echoes “empty, empty, empty” What to output when internally you’re finding a distant memory on repeat I promised myself that I would no longer speak of you That your name, if said at all,

my grandfather, lost girls, and a declaration

My grandfather sleeps in a chair, his head hangs low and his chin rests on his chest Sometimes I am awake late at night three in the morning and he will have migrated to the kitchen table The other night,

my grandfather, lost girls, and a declaration

My grandfather sleeps in a chair, his head hangs low and his chin rests on his chest Sometimes I am awake late at night three in the morning and he will have migrated to the kitchen table The other night,

Wait no more

I have waited for the day where my words are not of you where these letters stop outlining your ribcage, your collarbones, your side swept smile, your freckled eye, your calloused finger tips, your curved spine when you lean off

Wait no more

I have waited for the day where my words are not of you where these letters stop outlining your ribcage, your collarbones, your side swept smile, your freckled eye, your calloused finger tips, your curved spine when you lean off

an excavation in three parts

1. I’ve got a hot glue gun on, and melting as we speak let’s make it brief The excavation of habit is like ridding myself of comfort I am consistently made to feel incomplete and lacking I am tempted to

an excavation in three parts

1. I’ve got a hot glue gun on, and melting as we speak let’s make it brief The excavation of habit is like ridding myself of comfort I am consistently made to feel incomplete and lacking I am tempted to

joy is not distraction

joy is not immersing yourself in distraction it is being devoted to what is happening right at that moment letting your insides be swallowed up by your surroundings keeping your eyes fixed on the goodness that doesn’t always prevail in

joy is not distraction

joy is not immersing yourself in distraction it is being devoted to what is happening right at that moment letting your insides be swallowed up by your surroundings keeping your eyes fixed on the goodness that doesn’t always prevail in

poetry past twelve

were you burning up or was I melting inward frequently producing these ideas that somehow secure my very being (it’s okay to be existing) calming my anxieties by protecting my privacy closed door and altered mind it’s been strange around

poetry past twelve

were you burning up or was I melting inward frequently producing these ideas that somehow secure my very being (it’s okay to be existing) calming my anxieties by protecting my privacy closed door and altered mind it’s been strange around

unseen

sometimes I think of stories, ones that I’ve never read before but they play out like a film in my head projecting onto white walls, all clean and with cleanliness comes purity, I’m reminded of the way everything became dirty

unseen

sometimes I think of stories, ones that I’ve never read before but they play out like a film in my head projecting onto white walls, all clean and with cleanliness comes purity, I’m reminded of the way everything became dirty

I let the sea

It’s the altogether helplessness of the matter the standing up just to need to sit back down the sound of my own laughter acts as a reminder, the hollow place in my fingertips that rest on my mouth when there

I let the sea

It’s the altogether helplessness of the matter the standing up just to need to sit back down the sound of my own laughter acts as a reminder, the hollow place in my fingertips that rest on my mouth when there

separate but true

I believe that sometimes, you are happier than I am that your world becomes lit up by what darkens mine and that is the most separating force between us It seems I have been conditioned to believe that there is

separate but true

I believe that sometimes, you are happier than I am that your world becomes lit up by what darkens mine and that is the most separating force between us It seems I have been conditioned to believe that there is

ripple effect

Why do the sounds make their own emotions, ripple effect and creeping notions? Who gave them personality, and riddled these notes with sorrow, sadness, and grieving Who took the noise and made it into song, my voice stands unclean in

ripple effect

Why do the sounds make their own emotions, ripple effect and creeping notions? Who gave them personality, and riddled these notes with sorrow, sadness, and grieving Who took the noise and made it into song, my voice stands unclean in

Great

I once wanted to be great, and here I am in this position to decide for myself and breathe on my own and pick up my arms like bags of skin and bones I once wanted to be free and

Great

I once wanted to be great, and here I am in this position to decide for myself and breathe on my own and pick up my arms like bags of skin and bones I once wanted to be free and

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

san francisco: days four and five

wednesday: (I’d ruined my “secret return” to san francisco) I don’t have much time so these words will be quick, a bus ride to broadway street to visit the beat museum and a thank you to the man there who

san francisco: days four and five

wednesday: (I’d ruined my “secret return” to san francisco) I don’t have much time so these words will be quick, a bus ride to broadway street to visit the beat museum and a thank you to the man there who